#is it bad that I’m praying a little that I won’t be at home during presidential election season

[dimsilver]

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[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — MICHAEL KAISER x FEM READER

Kaiser’s always there for you after a failed date. Maybe this time he has something better than advice. 

wc — 800

tags — friends to lovers, confession

“It can’t be that bad.” 

“The man I’m dating is a flat earther.” 

Kaiser wordlessly pushes his drink towards you in a show of support. You down the glass, relishing the burn as it goes down. It’s wet and cold with condensation, and not an altogether terrible cure to alleviate your headache. 

“Any other conspiracy theories he believes in? Maybe tinfoil hats?”

“Kaiser - this is not helping.”

This is a weekly ritual that’s the only constant in your life. You switch jobs often. Shitty boyfriends come and go. But Kaiser and Lunar Love, your favorite local bar, are always the way you end your Friday nights. 

You don’t know when the tradition started, but it probably happened sometime between meeting Kaiser when you were working a low-level job for the JPN Football Association and crying into his rock hard shoulder after your sixth failed first date in a row. 

Bad things happen during the week. You dump them on Kaiser on Fridays. That’s just how it goes. 

You would feel bad, but Kaiser’s really, really terrible at comforting people anyway. Not only is he too muscular to be a good pillow - you still wince recalling how sore your neck had been the morning after you slept on his shoulder - but even his attempts at making you feel better with words sucks. 

Guy talked about his ex the whole time? 

“Ditch him and leave with the breadsticks.” 

It doesn’t matter if you tell him that’s bad advice. Kaiser doesn’t care about normal benchmarks for propriety and manners and social standards. He just does whatever he wants whenever he wants, and he expects you to follow suit. 

When your boyfriend of two months had ditched you to watch Kaiser’s football match with his friends, Kaiser had laughed himself silly while you complained to him on the phone later. 

“Quit football,” you tell him. 

“What, so your lame boyfriend will pay more attention to you? No way!” 

“I just don’t get what I’m doing wrong,” you groan.

“It’s not your fault the men you date are assholes - well no, it kind of is. Stop dating assholes, I guess.” 

“Don’t blame the victim!” 

But then there was the time the man you were meeting for a first date had tried to get you to join his cult. 

You had texted Kaiser an SOS under the table as the man and the two other cult recruiters he brought with him (who brings plus ones, much less plus twos to a date?) tried to convince you to give up the life of ‘sin’ you were leading. 

You should’ve known he was too hot to be true. That’s how they get you, you think ruefully. Now you’re stuck at this table trying to make excuses for living a life of debauchery when- 

“Excuse me,” Kaiser says. “What are you doing with my girlfriend?” 

Your head snaps up. 

“What are you doing?” You mouth at him. 

You look at the cultists. He’s making it worse. Oh, he’s definitely making it worse. One girl has her hand raised to her mouth in shock and horror. Another is actively praying for god to deliver you from evil. 

“Come on, honey,” he says, tugging you up from your seat. “It’s time to go home.” 

“Miss,” says the original cultist who asked you on the date. He really is cute, with a sweet and earnest face that makes you want to coo over him if he wasn’t actively trying to indoctrinate you. “If you leave now, your soul will never be saved.” 

Kaiser makes a face like he’s thinking about doing something very inappropriate for fun, and that’s when you rush out of there. Once you’re on the sidewalk, you slow down, walking hand in hand as you head towards his car. He swings your arm a little. 

“One day,” he sighs, “I’m not going to be around to rescue you.” 

“No you won’t,” you tell him with a grin. “You love me too much for that.” 

“Yeah,” he says with a rueful smile as he opens the passenger door for you. “I do.” 

That’s how you know Kaiser really does care about you. He cared enough to show up and rescue you. Maybe not the best way he could’ve done it, but still. 

That and the fact that he wouldn’t be paying for twenty dollar cocktails just to hear you whine about your love life if he didn’t care about you, but he’s just not great at showing that love. 

Case in point: “Just give up on your shitty dating life,” Kaiser says, rolling his eyes. 

“Excuse me?” You say, outraged. “It’s not like people are lining up to date me, mister!” 

“Why do you need a line?” He looks annoyed. “I’m right here. I’ve been here all along.” 

Bonus: Kaiser’s name in his contacts for you is “miss unlucky-in-love”. When you start dating, he changes it to “lucky” and forces you to change his to “good luck charm.”

[suniix]

04 | miyamura x reader

synopsis | hori talks to miyamura and realizes where she stands. you can’t help but feel guilty because of a promise made long ago.

word count | 2k+

note | i don’t plan on making hori ‘the bad guy’ or have her bully the reader. yes she will be a little upset because miyamura doesn’t like her back but she won’t do anything to the reader. that trope (or wtv it’s called) is way too overused and i don’t like it 🧍‍♀️also i hate this chapter and i can’t wait to finish this series so i can rewrite and edit everything

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A week has passed since the first day of school and things are going smoother than you had initially expected.

Miyamura’s friends had adopted you into their group, though you felt closer to him than to anyone else. Even though they always included you, it felt as if there was a barrier between you and them. During lunch or group projects their conversations would flow naturally, so you’d never say a word unless someone spoke to you first, afraid that you’d make the conversation awkward. Usually it was Miyamura or Tooru who brought you into conversations.

It was to be expected though, it’s the last year of high school; friend groups had already been made and joining any would be a struggle. You were thankful for an easy way into a friend group and were prepared to face all the challenges thrown your way.

Things at home were going well too. You could definitely tell your grandma was happy to have company around the house and you were happy to be with her. You were especially happy about her cooking. Your parents never had time to cook or show you how to so you just stuck with eating out everyday. You also bought some decorations for your new room, which made you feel more comfortable.

As you slipped your shoes on you waved to your grandma goodbye and she reciprocated the action. “Have a good day at school dear.” She smiled.

You thanked her and stepped out of your home. Walking to and from school everyday has made you become familiar with the neighborhood. The first couple of times you almost got lost, but luckily you would find other students with the same uniform and you’d just follow them to school.

As soon as the school came into view your stomach growled. Shit.. I forgot to grab something for breakfast.. you patted your pocket and felt your wallet. Sighing in relief you pull it out and open it, seeing you had enough money to buy something.

Instead of walking straight into the school you take a turn for the school’s cafeteria, praying they were open. As you walked you enjoyed the school’s scenery. Despite being here for a week you haven’t gotten a chance to explore everywhere. Tooru only showed you your classroom and the school cafeteria.

As the doors to the cafeteria came up you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing an oval sign hanging from the door with big letters that read ‘open’. You pulled the door open and walked in, feeling cold air hit your cheeks.

The first thing you see is a familiar brown haired girl wearing a gray sweater with her back turned to you; it seemed like she didn’t hear you come in. You didn’t see anyone at the counter, but a vending machine was nearby. Browsing through the limited options you insert your money and press the buttons. Your snack falls and you fish it out from the bottom and slowly walk over to the girl.

“Hori?”

The girl turned to look at you and your suspicions were confirmed. Hori looks at you with mild surprise. “Oh! I didn’t expect to see you here so early.” She motions for you to sit in front of her and you do.

“Hey Hori! And yea, I keep forgetting to change my clock’s batteries so I wake up thinking I’m late but it’s actually super early. I can’t go back to sleep so might as well just head to school.”

Hori nods in understanding and takes a sip of her drink. She is sorta forgetful.. Hori notes.

An awkward silence calls upon the two of you. She awkwardly continues to drink her beverage while you eat your snack. Although you and Hori were part of the same group you never directly interacted with each other.

“So.. you and Miyamura know each other?”

“Mm?” You looked at her confused.

“Even though you just got here, you and Miyamura seem really close. Did you go to the same middle school?” She asks.

You notice how she avoids eye contact and slightly tightens her grip on her drink. Is she jealous?.. You ask yourself. That would explain her odd behavior around you.

“Not really. I ran into him the first day I moved here and he’s my neighbor, so I guess—”

“Wait! You guys are neighbors?” She slammed her drink down in surprise and you slightly jumped, startled by her random outburst.

“Yea? He lives in the apartment complex next to my grandma’s house.”

She hums and brings her drink back up to her lips, continuing to avoid eye contact. Shit, are they together? Does she think I’m trying to get in between them?.. You begin to slightly panic. You didn’t want to start any drama, you had barely been at this school for a week! Miyamura never mentioned anything about being in a relationship, at least nothing you can remember, and you never saw him acting lovey dovey with Hori.

“I’m sorry, are you and Miyamura in a relationship?” You ask timidly.

“What? No.. why are you asking?” She eyed you suspiciously.

“Ah, I just didn’t want you to think I was trying to take him from you. We only seem close because he was the first person I talked to, so I guess I just feel closer to him because of that.”

“Ah, I see.”

After that conversation the air seemed a little lighter. Hori no longer seemed as tense as she was before, but instead lost in thought. The two of you sat in a calm silence until the bell rang.

Hori stared at the sky while leaning on the balcony railing outside the classroom. Her thoughts take her back earlier to the conversation she had with you. Although you told her you didn’t know Miyamura that well, she felt there was something going on between the two of you, whether or not you were aware of it. She had questions, but she wasn’t sure you were the right person to ask. The door opened behind her, but she didn’t turn to look, already knowing who joined her outside.

“Are you feeling okay Hori?” Miyamura asked, walking up beside her.

He had noticed she seemed lost in thought all day, something had to be bugging her. He knew about her busy life outside of school, but normally she wouldn’t be this out of it.

“Do you like (Y/n)?”

Miyamura nearly choked on his spit at the sudden question, quickly turning to look at Hori. “Where did this come from?”

“I just feel like.. there’s something going on between the two of you.”

“Nothing is going on between us. It’s just that.. they’re someone that I used to know, someone I cared a lot for.”

Hori turns to look at him, slightly surprised. Although she suspected it she never thought he’d say it out loud. Hearing it made it feel real, like there was really a chance she’d lose him.

“It’s a long story, but.. when I was little, (Y/n) was the first person to walk up to me and become my friend. Then one day they told me their family was moving, but they made a promise to find me again. I doubt they remember me or the promise, but the fact they came back.. it feels nice.”

The look on Miyamura’s face was something she rarely saw. He seemed genuinely happy, hopeful even. The only time she saw him this happy was when they were together, alone. Now he has the exact same expression while talking about you and you’re not even here.

Hori turned away. “Why don’t you tell them?” She doesn’t know why she asked. Maybe she was curious, or maybe she still had hope he was moving on from you.

Miyamura shook his head, “I don’t want to pressure them into anything. If something happens, I want it to happen naturally and not just because they feel the need to fulfill a promise they made years ago.”

He turned to look over his shoulder, spotting you and Tooru laughing about something. Hori followed his stare and tried not to show how disappointed she was. She wasn’t disappointed at either of you, moreso the situation. You two had history, history that left such an impact on Miyamura he waited for years for a chance to see you again.

She could never compete with that.

“Alright, you have to finish the report as a group by the end of class, so start moving!”

Shit! Group work this early in the year? You quickly look around the room to see everyone partnering up with their friends. How well do I know Miyamura’s friends? Would it be weird if I just joined their group? They wouldn’t mind.. right?

A gentle tap on the shoulder broke you out of your thoughts. Turning to your left you see Miyamura smiling at you. “Can I be in your group?” He asks while holding back a laugh, though you don’t understand what’s so funny.

“Sure.” You smile.

The smile on Miyamura’s face remains as he brings his desk up to yours and soon the rest follow without any questions.

“Lend me a pen, Yoshikawa! You don’t need so many pens.”

“Don’t you dare take any of my pens!”

“Did anyone bring the material collections?” Hori asked, sighing when she noticed no one had them.

You watched the group work together while occasionally bickering about random things. Hori assigned everyone a part of the report while also keeping Yoshikawa and Tooru from fighting about pens.

While working you couldn’t help but bask in the atmosphere the group brought. It wasn’t suffocating and there wasn’t a need to keep the conversation going. The conversations they had were short and sweet and didn’t have you overthinking with what to respond with. You let go of your thoughts and let yourself get carried away in the light conversations, enjoying the laughter of the group.

After everything was complete Hori gathered everyone’s part of the report and stapled it together before handing it to the teacher. The five of you relaxed together, mindlessly talking about the newest trends and any new music.

You barely said a word, happy with just watching the group enjoy each other. As you watched the group laugh cheerfully you didn’t notice Miyamura had his eyes on you the whole time.

The end of the day came sooner than you expected.

The group assignment left you feeling a little more connected to the group. Your fears were proven untrue, the group had wordlessly included you in the group project and no conversations turned awkward after you spoke.

By the time you left school the sky was beginning to turn a slight orange. Miyamura walked by your side as the two of you walked towards his bakery, something he had begun to do occasionally after school. Oftentimes it was when he promised to bake you something.

You stare out the window of the bakery, watching as a group of middle schoolers walk past, laughing with each other. You’re lost in thought, not noticing Miyamura had taken a seat in front of you.

“What’s up?”

“What?” You turn away from the window to see Miyamura has his full attention on you.

“You look like you have something on your mind. Did something happen earlier?” He asks.

“Oh, no not really. It’s just that..” You hesitate, trying to figure out how to formulate your words.

Miyamura says nothing, waiting for you to collect yourself. The whole time his eyes are on you, a gentle smile on his lips. You can’t help but feel at ease around him.

“When I was little, there was this boy. I heard from other kids that he was a loner, so I befriended him. Not long after though I had to move and leave him behind. Every time I hang out with you guys I feel guilty, like I don’t deserve to be happy after I left him alone, you know?” You stare down at the table and fiddle with your fingers. You know Miyamura would disagree with you, but you were still scared.

Miyamura hums, processing what you just said. Part of him was happy, you remembered him! Well, you partially remembered him. If you truly remembered him you would’ve known he was that boy you befriended. Had he really changed so much to the point you didn’t recognize him?

The other part of him felt guilty. He didn’t want you to feel bad for leaving him behind, it wasn’t your fault. The past is in the past and you’re here now in the present with him. You found your way back to him and that’s all that matters.

“I don’t think he’d mind.”

You stop fidgeting with your fingers and look up at him. His eyes are still on you, unwavering. You knew he was right, but hearing him actually say it made you feel better.

“I’m sure he would’ve wanted you to make friends, and I’m sure that by now he’s found his own group of friends, so don’t feel guilty.”

His smile was contagious. You turned to look out the window and see the group of middle schoolers was long gone.

“Yea, I guess you’re right.”

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[smooth-perceval]

“My love, my life”

“If I had someone like you”

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

PART FOUR

Max Corner

Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]

Max makes amends for his wrong ways, reader forgives him, Max’s declares some very crazy things- however reader has something crazier that he doesn’t take too kindly.

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, soft max, angry max, fake relationship, mentions of J.Verstappen, Google translate, NO PROOF READ!! , maybe reader being a dick?

Key: Y/N (Your name) Y/N/N (Your Nickname)

Word count: 4,137

Inspo: It hurts me- Elvis Presley (Song)

A/N: So a month later and we have this, please enjoy! I need to get me a Max. I’m sorry it’s terrible I just had such readers block- and yeah there’s no excuse for it being bad.

Well of course Max and Kelly was the talk of the weekend. Some pleased they was back together, others not so much… myself included- mine was out of pure jealousy.

I avoided Max like the plague, hid in the most random spots to avoid any contact with him-

The second most spoke about during the weekend was me and Lando, people pining us together. I love Lando dearly, and he loves me- but strictly platonic, even the thought of anything more makes me cringe.

Every so often he would bring the conversation up of moving back to London. And I would just brush it under the carpet, I wouldn’t lie and say I haven’t look at the odd apartments near home, or even considered moving back in with mum and dad, it just seems kind of the best thing for me and the baby- I have nobody at home expect Lando, and used to be Max…

“Y/N?” Glancing up like a deer in headlights I turned my head to Lando confused-

“Sorry, did you say something…” with and apologetic smile, I nervously picked at the pleats in my dress, looking back down at my lap.

“I said we’re about ten minutes away from your mum and dads”

“Oh- I can’t wait to see them.” Sighing I rested my head back in a bliss.

“Me neither it’s been a while-” laughing a little Lando turned a corner onto a familiar street. My childhood home standing bright and proud.

“Is it weird I’m nervous to see them again…”

“Of course not.”

Humming, Lando pulled up at the side of the road. And as if both thinking the same thing we glanced around at the many cars parked around nearby.

“Well if they’re throwing you a surprise welcome home party. It’s not much of a surprise.” In unison we both glanced at each other breaking out into a fit of giggles.

“Let’s go act surprised” rolling my eyes playfully we both got out the car creeping up the drive and knocking the door.

And within seconds it swung open revealing my mum, dad rushing down the hall in a hurry.

“There’s our little girl!” Smiling wide, I stepped indoors embracing them both tight.

“I have missed you both so much.” And just like that relief washes all over me, the calmness your parents can bring is a different kind. And I cannot wait to be able to give the same to my baby.

“And Lando! It’s been a minute!” Turning in their arms, reaching out and dragging him in.

“Your daughter has kept me miles away.” Another round of laughter rang out.

“Not the fact you’ve been playing cars all around the world kid” patting his back my dad swung his car over his shoulders dragging down the hall and out into the garden.

Mum turned around back to me smiling wide. “How’s the baby?” Her hands come up clutching my stomach.

“Oh well- they’re fine, a few more weeks and we should know the gender!” My face hurt from smiling so much. “Is dad okay?”

“Yes, honey- you know what his like he won’t tell you how excited he is.” Nodding my head as she waved it off.

“Come your dad got the barbecue out!”

“This is his way of showing his love? Cause he knows I love a barbecue-”Stepping out onto the patio, a loud cheer erupted, glancing up I laughed covering my face, and praying I looked surprised- I mean it still was a surprise the amount of family and friends here.

“Welcome home darling!” One at a time each family and friend greeted me some still doing their rounds on Lando.

Mum was right the barbecue was going, dad and my two uncles standing around it chatting, all three nursing a beer.

Truthfully I was in a bliss. I felt at ease- like once again the world was lifted off my shoulders- I could breathe without a care in the world.

That’s when it was decided for me… moving back home would benefit us. I had family here. The baby’s family is here- Max has no say in the baby’s choice all the time his playing stupid hot and cold- who have I really got back in Monaco? Just Lando now- just him and that’s the scary party, because even at times there’s no Lando.

“Y/N/N!!” Turning around to my mothers call, she gestured me over, excusing myself through the crowd I took her hand as she pulled me the last length.

“I think this is the first time his ever been late.”

“Who?” Looking up at the back door, on the patio, there he stood as always. Making the most grandest of entrances. Always, always showing up unexpectedly- And once again popping that little balloon of happiness.

“Why is he here?” All the colour drained from my face, replaced with a bright red- rage fuelling within me- with a hint of sadness and embarrassment.

“He is your friend right? Or do we class him family how long you’ve known each other- I know you see him more often than us lot but still.”

Creeping down the steps my dad was quick to greet him along with other family members, Lando giving him a curt nod of acknowledgment, then turning his head to me in shock. Mouthing a quick “you ok?”

“Max, how are you honey?” Pulling him into an embrace, his eyes landed on mine.

“I’m okay, how have you been?” Rubbing her shoulders they both pulled away from on another.

Taking him in- he looked rough, his eyes were dull, complimented with nice bags underneath clearly from a lack of sleep, he still tried and made himself look presentable his hair styled back, though a loose strand fell out onto his forehead- yet he wore it well. His smile didn’t really quite reach his eyes like he was holding back or had no energy to do so- and yet despite seeming so frazzled he looked so good. And I hate that.

“I’m good! I’m going to be a grandmother! As you know-” giggling happily turning back towards me, her hand reaching up to my arm in a comforting way.

“I know- I’m very excited!” Smiling shyly he rubbed his forearm, taking a quick glance at me again.

“I’m thinking it’s going to be a girl.” She started rubbing my belly once again, my eyes were only focused on Max, I couldn’t get any words out. “You know what I’m like Max, some say I’m a witch for how correct I am with these things!”

“Either way, longs their healthy right”

“Either way, I think you and Lando would force them into racing!” Nudging his arm Max laughed a little.

“Well they’ve got Verstappen blood, I doubt we would have to force them that much.”

My eyes grew wide as I stared at Max, before looking at my mum. Then back at Max. Then back to mum.

“Verstappen blood?” Confused my mum glanced between us both, all three of us looking at one another in turns.

“Why your bl-” pausing- her finger pointed at us both, her eyes growing wider by the second, a gasp falling from her.

“Your the fath-”

“Shhhhh!” Cutting her off, I waved my hands infront of her.

“You haven’t told your parents…?” Mumbling quietly max lowered his head slightly.

“Have you told yours?” Now back glaring at Max. He slowly nodded his head.

“That’s what I’ve been needing to talk to you about.” Sheepishly he looked down at the small gift bag in his hands. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm myself I turned back to my mother holding her hands.

“Mum please- don’t tell anyone okay. Not until I’m ready…”

“What about your father?”

“I’ll tell him later. I promise…” Pausing I looked back at Max. “You.” Jabbing my finger into his chest. “Indoors now.” Picking my dress up slightly I hurried indoors trying not to draw so much attention, or give off that I’m absolutely raging inside-

Once in the kitchen, I looked back at max standing over the other side of the table who was wearing a small genuine smile.

“That wasn’t funny at all Max. So wipe that smile off your face”

“Just happy to see you again…” he placed the gift bag onto the table.

“Cut the crap. And just talk.”

Raising his hands in defence he pulled a chair out for me to sit before sitting down himself.

“How have you been?”

I think if looks could kill, Max would’ve been killed roughly 33 times.

“How have I been?”

“You know, in general… the pregnancy- how’s the baby been?” The tension grew as his sentences become frantic and rushed.

Kinda cute him being nervou- No Y/N his not cute. His a dick.

Clearing his throat he put his hands up once again in surrender.

“I’ve wanted to talk to you since, well after we was at yours…” raising his eyebrows, trying to hint at the last night we shared. Staring at him for a few moments, I then slid into the chair he pulled out, finally accepting the conversation. Truthfully a part of me just wanted to be in his presence, is it bad of me for enjoying being the centre of his attention… maybe.

“Then why didn’t you?” Crossing my arms over my chest I leant back into the chair.

“Well- so as I said, I told my parents… my mum was-” my heart skipped a beat or two, praying that the response was all good- kinda hoping they was excited it’ll make this whole thing easier- “There’s no words I think she cried for about an hour, she like jumped on me!” Chuckling a little at the memory a smile still playing on his lips. “My dad however… not so much.” And just like that the smile was gone, and my heart dropped- one out of two.

“He said a baby out of wedlock wasn’t something he wanted of me, told me to keep it a secret… kinda filled my head with crap and made me believe I shouldn’t do this… or I couldn’t do this like, be a dad- and that’s where Kelly comes into this.”

I hated her name rolling of his tongue, I would’ve rather had a drop of poison. The jealousy churned my stomach.

“It’s fake- all of it with us… I mean I know it’s fake, I think she is getting a little to comfortable.” Fiddling with his hand infront of him he looked up at me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… my dad had told me I needed to cut contact with you… that it’ll be easier- that way, just like move on and I kinda believed him- I thought I wasn’t good enough to be a dad, yet being around my nephews- makes me want a baby even more, and that’s when I realised the mistake I made… if you don’t forgive me I understand, I wouldn’t either. But I really hope you can find it in your heart somewhere to… or even just let me be apart of our baby’s life- I want to be a dad, so fucking much, I feel like it’s meant for me” truthfully he tugged at my heart strings, maybe it’s the hormones… but could I really forgive him that easy? Life’s been hell-

“Why didn’t you just call?…”

“Someone blocked you and I couldn’t figure out how to undo the block!!” Frustrated he pulled his phone out. And as angry as I once was- nothing could beat the smile slowly forming at his stupidity. Who doesn’t know how to unblock someone?!

“Please show me how it’s been driving me insane- I even searched up online but I couldn’t figure it out!” sliding his phone across the table. I looked up at him taking in his face once again... and just like always he was again forgiven.

“You swear you want this Max?” Biting my lips I picked at my dress once again, praying he says the words I want to hear.

Looking up from his phone, scrambling his hands over the table he quickly reached over holding onto my hand with both of his.

“More than anything in the world. I promise” his eyes spoke of pure genuine.

“This is the last time I forgive you. I swear on this Max- the last time” Squeezing his hand I stood up from the table making my way back to the garden.

“Y/N? The gift-” Max was following behind holding the bag out. Glancing down at it then back up at him I took it gingerly.

Pulling out a wrapped box from inside the bag, a small ribbon tied around in both pink and blue. Max took the bag placing it onto the table before taking the box from my hands holding it for me to pull the lid off.

Inside was a beautiful crystal set, of three bears- engrave on them was my name on one, max name on another and the baby bear still empty.

“Once we have a name I can go get it engraved on there-”

“Thank you Max.” Gulping, I felt my cheeks warm- how can something like three little bears make me well up so quickly. Closing the box back up I took it from his hands hugging it close to my chest. “It’s beautiful- thank you.”

“I think your beautiful…” his hand reached up brushing a strand of hair out my face…

“I’m sorry for everything.”

“We will see-” stepping back from his touch squeezing the box a little tighter.

“Also get Lando to look at your phone, I’m sure you both need a catch-up.” Smiling a little, reaching out and rubbing his arm gently, he nodded in response.

“I’ll prove myself- honest.” Stepping around me he headed out into garden, possibly going to find Lando.

Placing the box on the table I took a few deep breaths. One parent happy another not- my mum just found out who the dad is, my father doesn’t have a clue… Max is back, and his not technically single-

And me- I want to scream, I so wanted ti hate Max, but how can I? I don’t think I ever can hate him that’s the truth.

“Darling, you okay?” Turning around there my mum stood in the doorway smiling softly. And that was all that was needed for me to let the tears go.

“No-” I felt my lip start to tremble as she rushed in shutting the door behind her.

“Oh honey, sit down-” smiling sadly I took a seat once again, my mum pulling a chair around and in front of me.

“Talk to me-”

Taking a few deep breaths, I straightened my back, “where do I start-” we both giggled leaning into each other.

“You and Max? That’s a start-”

“Well if you mean what happened, we was both drunk mum, it really was a mistake- that happened twice” looking around awkwardly avoiding her wide eyes, “Max has been a bit difficult, his been a bit of a no show- and then after the second night we spent together- he completely cut me out, and seeing him today has been the first time in a while and well… as you know I didn’t want to see him.” Pausing I looked back at mum, “but I’m glad you did now because I found out the truth- his dads not happy were having a baby out of marriage. His mums happy- but his dad has basically forced a relationship onto him and told him to basically leave me and this baby- and Max believed it at first and he is saying now he realises that he wants to be a dad.” Huffing out a breath, I smiled finally wiping my face.

“And ontop of it all- I don’t know what to do- but I got this thing to figure out and it’s either for the better or, it’s failed, you know…”

“Well, that’s a lot to take in…” smiling she brushed my hair out my face, just like Max done not longer than five minutes ago. “Well, I’m pleased to know who the dad is, I’m glad it’s someone like Max even though his been acting silly… he is a sweet boy. And he deserves this family you are both creating.” Squeezing my hand reassuringly she continued. “But make it his last chance-”

“Mum- I don’t know if the other problem is going to ruin that whole family dynamic.”

“Honey, your a family for a reason, families are there for each other no matter what.” Standing up she rubbed my shoulders.

“Did you want to talk about your other problem?”

“No no, I think we have sort of covered it…” waving her off I stood up also.

“We better head out honey, hopefully everyone will start leaving-”

Smiling at each other, we linked arms heading back out into the garden.

And as if summoned Max was at my side, staying true to his word of proving himself.

“I got you a drink.” Holding the glass out to me, i accepted it smiling a little. “Thank you-”

My mum leant through and gave Max a tight hug whispering in his ear- whatever she said made him smile, a cute shy smile-

“Thank you.” Pulling back from each other, mum excusing herself.

“Did you want any food?” Both looking over at the barbecue, my stomach churned.

“No I feel like being sick…” laughing a little I sipped at my drink trying to hold down any sickness.

“Need me to get you anything?-” wide eyes he rubbed my shoulder gently. “Max, relax- your making me feel even more sick with all the questions.” Smiling a little, I moved past him going to sit down.

And within seconds him and Lando was both sitting down either side of me.

“So when you telling your dad?”

“What?” Looking over at Lando then over to Max.

“Well Max said your parents didn’t know and now your mum knows so when you telling your dad.

“Later.” Looking over at my dad I sighed, waving my hand infront of my face.

“You okay?” Max asked once again.

“I’m fine- just a little hot.” Max started waving his hand also in front of me.

“Why don’t we go indoors?”

“I’m fine.” Drinking my drink once again it was now Lando’s turn to pipe in.

“If you feel hot maybe we should sit in the shade?”

“I need 5 minutes.” Standing up I rushed off away from them both. And straight to my dad.

“You want some food darling?” My dad smiled at me hand resting on my arm.

There was bare to none food left, everyone had got there quickly. And just as quickly I shook my head.

“Dad can everyone go now-” swallowing I looked around at everyone- I don’t know when but at some point it got too much. The heat, the sickness, the problem. All of it.

“Err, sure honey.” His head darted around as he found a spot to put his beer down, and one by one, people started migrating out, giving me waves from a distance and a smile.

I was grateful, my dad really served- I felt guilty ending the day short but I just wanted a moments peace… and once everyone was gone and everywhere was cleaned up.

Well I say everyone gone- Max and Lando both defused leaving, sitting back down on the outside furniture and engaging in more conversation.

With them distracted I went down into the garden a little more, sitting at the little table and chair there. Under a tree with a lovely breeze blowing through and calming me. I was at peace.

My hand subconsciously rested onto my stomach, and the thought of knowing my baby was there, calmed me even more.

“Hey…” awaking me I glanced over my should at Max.

“Hi-”

“Can I sit?” Nodding over the chair, I nodded along clearing my throat.

“Sorry about kicking everyone out early.”

“Why you apologising?” Tutting and shaking his head, he sat down across the small rounded table.

“Just feel bad…”

“Don’t even begin to feel bad-”

“I already do-” laughing a little I leant towards the table, or more towards Max… the table definitely the table.

“How you feeling now?”

“A lot better…” pausing I looked down at my hands, fiddling with them.

“I need to speak to you about something…” looking back up at Max, his eyes were already on me as he nodded.

“I need to tell you something too-” smiling a little, I nodded my head.

“Okay well I’ll start-“

“Y/N I love you, not just as a friend or best friend- I think I genuinely love you.” I watched as he swallowed hard, my heart pounded, begging to be released and handed to him to look after.

“I’m moving back here-” I don’t know why- I could’ve said I love you back or, thank you- but no I chose to potentially ruin any moment we was about to have, his face hadn’t changed- I had no idea if he even heard me- he was like frozen in place.

“Max?”

“So let me get this straight. I tell you I love you- And your telling me you’re going to move across country, take my baby with you, and be hours away from me? When I’m trying to make emends for the things I’ve done.”

Nodding my head slowly, I chewed at my bottom lip.

“Right- so.” He paused turning away looking across the garden.

“Are you doing this out of spite of what I’ve done?”

“What? You seriously think it’s like that-”

“It’s how it seems.”

“No Max it’s not. Your never in Monaco, who is to say you’ll get 5 minutes when I go into labour or when the baby is here? My family are here at least I’ll have someone while your gone- do you understand that.”

Getting up from my chair I moved to stand in front of him, catching his attention.

“I have people here always… your never around. And you don’t realise how terrified I am to do this Max… I’m basically doing this alone and I’m so scared.” Once again the tears built up, rolling down my cheeks.

“I’m scared, what if I don’t know how to be a mum? And our baby won’t exactly have a dad around permanently- his in different countries all year round never home- what if this baby doesn’t feel loved enough Max? I’m so scared that this baby won’t realise how much it’s loved by us- it’s okay saying it but they need to be shown it-” letting out a sigh of relief, looking down at him I quickly wiped my face.

“So don’t judge me for helping our baby.” Max’s hands were covering his mouth, rubbing his face slowly, seeming like his staring past me. “I just feel like, every time I get close I’m really falling backwards…”

“Exactly how I’ve been feeling with you-” sniffling I wiped my face once again, Max finally sat up straight looking up at me.

“Let me help- atleast…” Max hands reached up taking mine and slowly pulling me closer, and like the sheep I was I followed along, now standing between his legs.

“I got it all covered…” lying through my teeth, Max already knowing- shaking his head. His hands slid to my hips, guiding me to perch onto his leg.

“Just let me take care of you-” it was like being in a trace, the way I just followed whatever Max done. “I’m okay…” it was like another comfort blanket, I curled up on top of Max, his arms around me securely, I knew he was still annoyed the heavy breathing gave it away. “Please stop fighting me… I want to try and accept this some way-”

“Okay…” sighing I closed my eyes, now finally accepting peace.

“I love you too max… always have.” Pausing once again, I leaned back looking up at him, “But you aren’t mine to have exactly…”

“Don’t- go there, I need to get my whole situation sorted, I just wish like-”

“Like what?”

“If I had someone like you- life would be a lot easier.”

“In a prefect world” laughing a little I rested my head back onto his chest. “I’m sorry”

“What did I tell you about apologising?”

“Not to do it…”

“Then don’t. It makes sense you being here, our baby ne-”

“Your baby?” Sitting up I turned around Max head basically snapped as he looked over.

And there stood dad.

“Well, I beat you to telling your parents.” Max mumbled guiding me off his lap, both standing in front of dad who stood there with two teas in hand. And a face like pure thunder…

A/N: Okay, sooooo Max is forgiven once again!!! How we feeling about the reader back in the UK? Orrrrr do we have a moment we’re the reader if about to leave and Max changes her mind? Keeps her in Monaco? Hmmm, anyways I hope you enjoyed a sorry it’s been so long!

Masterlist

[shukufuyu]

[Card Backstage Translation] Itaru Chigasaki SSR - Great Suzaku's Luck (3/3)

Itaru: I can feel my HP receding.

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Itaru: …Finally.

The limited collab gacha starts today. With all of my prayers conveyed to the great Suzaku, preparations should be okay.

Let’s start with 10 pulls.

(...Not here yet, huh)

(I guess it’s fine. I already had my prayers answered before so throwing just a single multi would be too much of a child’s play.)

(Anyways, I already sacrificed 10…

Limited card, limited card, limited card…)

(Once again… it didn’t come…)

Hmm, my luck blew up hella fast when i drew the raffle.

…Could it be that the great Suzaku isn’t feeling well today?

(...Whatever, I’m just getting started,

If I just keep going and be patient it’ll come eventually… I think…)

I’ll leave the next one in your care, O great Suzaku)

Itaru: …

(I already threw more than 200 pulls already,

I’m not seeing a single limited card…)

(This is dealing damage to my heart…

I can feel my HP receding.)

Great Suzaku, is there something wrong?

I’ve prayed lots to you, and I even wiped you squeaky clean…!

(...It’s not like I’ll get a reply after complaining to an ornament.

sigh…I’ll rest a bit)

Itaru: Haah….

Sakuya: Itaru-san, hello.

Itaru: Sakuya….

Sakuya: Um, you don’t look very well today, is something wrong?

Itaru: Yeah… I wasn’t feeling well at all, but I can feel my HP recovering cuz of your kindness…

Sakuya: Eh?

Itaru: (Ah wait, while he’s here I…)

I have a small favor to ask from you…

Sakuya: If there’s anything I can do, please don’t hesitate to ask!

Itaru: Thanks. Then, can I ask you to press this button over here on my phone?

Sakuya: Alright!

Ah, Itaru-san, the screen lit with rainbows!

Itaru: …KTKR!

My lim card came home!!

I should’ve asked Sakuya instead of the great Suzaku-huh.

Sakuya: Great Suzaku? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I’m glad you got the card you wanted!

Itaru: …Anyways, that’s how I got the limited card, looks like the crazy luck during the raffle was just a coincidence.

So I was thinking of returning Suzaku to Homare-san soon.

Izumi: I see…

I guess such an easy way to boost your luck is really out of the question.

Itaru: Mhm. After seeing Sakuya’s luck on the gacha, I guess doing good deeds and being virtuous in your daily life is more effective compared to Suzaku-s powers.

Chikage: If you want to do virtuous acts that badly, seriously, clean our room. It’s a good time now that you’re putting away that ornament right?

Itaru: Uwah, Senpai. Please don’t appear so suddenly like that.

Also, I already moved it…

And please stop saying it like that, I might seriously get scared for not cleaning it up as fast.

Izumi: But it looks like he’s quite troubled because of how messy the room is becoming…

Itaru: But It’s gonna be tiring if I have to clean up the room by myself…

Izumi: I won’t help you out if you keep looking at me like that, you know?

Itaru: …I guess so. Then, I’ll have to do my best alone. Looks like it’s gonna take a while…

Izumi: (He looks depressed…I guess I sounded cold just now, I feel bad…)

Perhaps just for a little bit, I’ll lend you a hand.

Itaru: Really? Thanks, director.

Izumi: (Eh, his face lit up in a flash…!)

(I feel like I just got duped…Whatever, I’ll properly help him out.)

THE END

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[the-weirdos-mind]

Stephanie Alcayana: GLOWCHAIN Attire Lines

(Event by @raguiras2. Stephanie work in special effects for filming the music videos. She brews chemicals that are perfect for fog, lights, or whatever is needed. However, she signed a contract with Azul saying that she’ll work with the chemicals that won’t cause a mini explosion during filming. She’s salty about that. If she wants GLOWCHAIN to win then it’s go big or go home! Unfortunately, there’s a fear that something will go wrong among the team. She’s loves to watch the rehearsal and feels sorry for the performers. She clearly remembers the VDC training and prays for their sanity. Her outfit is basically what can be described as a fancy science outfit. The goggles have a deep purple lense with a black band instead of her regular goggles and her hair is in a ponytail. She has at least a closed tube of something in her purple labcoat.)

When Summoned: Time to get the stuff ready! *excited squeal* I’m excited for how this is gonna turn out!!

Groovification: I never thought I would be using my experiments for music. I better make sure it lives up to the group’s potential.

Set to Home Screen: Thanks for being my assistant for this. I owe you big time!

Home Transition 1: This is what I expected with Vil as the leader. I don’t mean that as a bad thing, it’s just that I remember when he last lead a music group. I pray for those dancers.

Home Transition 2: Whoa, Malleus is really good at singing. I can see why he was assigned to this group. Kinda glad Sebek isn’t here or he might’ve fainted from the high note Malleus hit today.

Home Transition 3: The music kinda makes me wanna dance. It’s been a while since I last danced so it’ll look bad. Oh whatever, they’re just reviewing it and not practicing.

Home After Login: I brought everything that’s needed. Where do I need to set this all up?

Home Transition (After Groovification): I’m not really happy that Azul made me sign a contract with him. How else are we supposed to win the competition if I can’t bring my A game? *groans* These little chemicals won’t produce what I had in mind but I got no choice.

Tap Home 1: Can you please hand me that vile? Thanks, oh you’re wondering what it does. It causes fog to appear when I mix with another chemical.

Tap Home 2: The costumes that had been made are fantastic! Nothing but the best when the supervisor is a fashionista like Crewel. He knows what outfits bring the best for them.

Tap Home 3: Wait! That one’s not done yet. It needs a finishing touch. What it does, well you might wanna stick around if you’re curious about this formula.

Tap Home 4: Trey tried to sneak in some sweets but Vil busted him. Man, guess I owe Jamil some money for this. Oh, yeah we had a bet on how it would take for Trey to get caught. That’s twenty marks I’m never seeing again.

Tap Home 5: I find my foot tapping to the beat whenever they’re practicing. It’s nice to listen to some good music as you prepare for what’s needed. It gets me pumped for when filming comes around.

Tap Home Groovication: Who knew science would have a hand in music making. It’s been a wonderful experience and I would love to do this again sometime soon.

[lustnluv]

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angel

running up to the house, i prayed that I wasn’t that late. my phone died on the beach and i took a little nap. complete lost track of time.

andrew gonna be pissed if I don’t at least make an appearance to this thing. even if it’s the last thing I want to do right now.

i rather get ready for moving. get ready when I’m out the on my own. where I can spin around and not touch anyone or anything that’s familiar.

“ms santos.” pierre called to me as I tried to sneak up the stairs. i turned to face him and put a small smile on my face but i was met with a glare. “mrs routledge was looking all over for you.”

“did she really?” i asked, an actual smile on my face now. his glare softened up and he shook his head. “no but she was asking first you. i was the one who was looking for you.”

figured. she was probably looking for me so she can introduce me to people or people were looking for me. she created a fuss but she wasn’t really going to do it herself. she was too busy for that.

kissing the top of his head, I apologized. “sorry. i lost track of time. i’ll be there in two minutes. promise.” i started taking two steps at a time and ran right to my room.

on my bed, there was a white dress with a note attached: for you, even if you’re not andrew’s date anymore we still want you to look your best.

waste of money if you ask me. i had more dresses in both my closets that only the mall can compete. I didn’t need another one for this event.

but I couldn’t be mad. at least they weren’t mad at me for breaking off things. at least mrs routledge wasn’t. i couldn’t say the same thing for the younger son and his father and john b doesn’t count. ever since thst night he shut me out completely.

and i was so focusing on leaving that I didn’t even decide what I was going to wear tonight.

after fixng myself up to look like the perfect daughter in law still, I made my way downstairs where no one was waiting for me.

good.

I have a couple of more minutes to myself before i got to assimilate to the fucked up upper class of outer banks. they’re the kind of people put the most expensive shit out for people to admire while hiding the cracks in the foundation. they raised their kids to be the same way. and most of us grow up to be like that.

i was supposed to be like that if that night with john b never happened. that night when he showed me that I can have more then I possibly was getting.

walking to patio where most of the party was happening, a pair of hands pulled me to the body they belonged to.

“what th-?” i was turned around and greeted by muddy brown eyes.

andrew.

I glared at him and hit his hand off of me playfully. “you scared me.” he laughed and pulled me closer to him. “i’m sorry. i just wanted to talk to you in private before we go out there.”

“of course. about what?” please not about us. it could be anything but us.

“you moving. are you sure you want to go to beau city? you won’t have anybody else there. you’ll be by yourself.”

that’s the point but he can’t know that so i just smile instead. “it’ll be good for me. i need to learn how to spread my wings a little before I come back to this town for good. plus I’ll be closer to home then i was when we went to boston. i wanna be close to my mom. you can understand that right?”

I hope that last part convinces him. i really hoped he believed some of it.

“yeah but there’s other cities that’s better. why does it have to be that one?”

because it’s the only city you wouldn’t follow me to.

after everything that happened with john b, I gave in and we dated. he never let me out his sight once. if before we dated was bad, the during was worse. he even moved to boston with me to stake his claim on me even there. everything we did had to be perfect it was exhausting. I was so tired of faking it.

so I ended it. i switched colleges and since he wasn’t with me anymore, his father is making him go to annapolis to follow in his footsteps.

i apologize to him when i ended it. but I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t pretend I was in love with him when I still had unfinished business with john b.

business that drew didn’t have any business knowing about.

“i just want to be closer to my mom. last year she was alone and all I did was worried about her.”

“well did you have to breakup with me to do that? we could’ve still had our relationship far apart from each other. it would’ve made me coming back home that much more exciting.” he teased and kissed the left side of my face cause he will never touch the right side.

“andrew.” I started but he ignored me and continued kissing my face, slowly making his way to my neck.

“andrew. get off.” i pushed him away and he groaned.

“what’s the matter with you?!”

“whats wrong with you?! we had to the perfect relationship and you had to go and fucking ruin it!” he got in my face and pinned me to the wall. “you think I’m stupid huh?”

“n-no. what are you talking about?”

“beau city. you think I don’t know why you really wanna go there. it’s because of my brother. it’s because even though we had the perfect relationship you still want him. don’t you slut?” he asked before pulling away from me. “hope you two have fun together.” he said before pulling away from me.

i watch in shock as he made his way into the party and into the hearts of everyone in there. acting like he didn’t just insult me.

“can you move?” a voice behind me asked and i turned to find light honey eyes looking back at me. john b.

did he just watch everything that happened? did he hear everything that andrew said?

“never mind.” he said before making his way to the other cabinet, not even giving me a second look.

what the fuck?

you think I should be used to the cold shoulder he likes giving me but no. if would’ve been easier if that night didn’t happen at all.

wiping my tears, I grabbed my keys from the front and left. i rather eat ten lemons then stay at this party any longer.

andrew thought he knew everything when he actually didn’t know shit.

john b still hasn’t looked at me since that night. always past me or right above me. never at me. when we talk it’s like he’s getting pain out of hearing my voice even if it’s just for a second.

before he treated me like a nuisance.

now he treated me like i was a parasite who sucked all life out of him.

getting into my car, I drove the short distance back home. I didn’t even want to be at the stupid party in the first place. I wanted my last night of this place to be with my mother.

parking, I got out of my brand new car and noticed a candle lit up in my bedroom window.

oh mom.

ever since my father passed, she put a candle in a random room. almost like a vigil to him every night so he can know that we still was thinking of him.

she moves around like a ghost lit up by the candles in our house.

walking in, I put my keys by the door and made my way up to my mother’s room. once I was there, I noticed that she had two or three different pill bottles next to her.

there was no telling how much she took tonight to go to sleep.

i did my usual things to make sure she’ll survive in the morning. got everything ready in the morning for when her head hurt and she was going to throw up. another habit it she picked up since my dad passed.

it became our routine of sorts even when I was in the routledge’s house. i kept an app for her heart rate and the ring camera in her room so I could check if she took anything before bed.

she usually tries not to. all of the wine she drinks usually knock her out beforehand.

putting the bottles in her bathroom where she won’t find it easily, i made sure to write a note just in case I don’t get to say goodbye to her.

i went in my room and double checked if i had everything ready for tomorrow. all my books, clothes, and new bedsheets i bought was all waiting for me at my door.

i was finally leaving.

learning how to be without anyone else to catch me.

I changed, check my stuff again, and shut off my lights before i went to blow out the candle my mom left. next to it was a box and I knew what it was before i opened it.

a beautiful damascus blade with a black and red handle was in the box. I traced the carvings on it and smiled softly to myself.

i loved blades and swords since I started fencing with my dad. I wanted one for years. i only mentioned it to a couple of people. i got to thank whoever gave this to me.

pulling out the paper beneath where the blade was, my smile dropped once i read it.

beware the fury of a patient man.

what?

no one I know would leave this.

putting the blade back, i noticed someone standing in our driveway. better not be andrew, coming to apologize.

once i got on my balcony i realized it wasn’t one person but three. all clad in black hoodies and pants.

no. it can’t be them.

they all looked up and I realized my worst fears were right. on the left a silver mask, in the middle a white mask, and the one on the right - and made me want to throw up - a black mask.

they couldn’t be here. not yet. I thought it was longer.

running back inside, I grabbed my phone and dialed our security for this community.

“hello ms. santos what can i help you with?” I heard howard’s familiar voice answer the phone. i walked out on the balcony but no one was there anymore,

“ms santos?”

“sorry. i-i just saw someone outside my house. or at least i think I did.” I explained starting to check all the windows and doors of the house.

“we’ll send someone right up.”

[sl-newsie]

Cool Your Jets- Ch. 4: Out And About (Riff x newcomer)

As I make my way home, I keep kicking myself for ever think’n that Riff was anyth’n but a stubborn, insensitive jerk! How can he say that about the Puerto Ricans? Why does he wanna fight just because of some dumb turf? There’s more to life than-

I stop, and I remember what Riff had said about losing his family.

Maybe the Jets is all he has. 

He’s in the same spot I’m in, except he has a family-a sorts to back him up. I’m just… me. 

I keep walk’n, and then come to terms that I’ve got no clue where I am. Gee, brilliant move Marilyn. Foist night in the city and I’m already lost. I keep walk’n down alley after alley, and all-a them look the same-

“Maria…” I hear someone sing.

Huh?

I poke my head out and see Tony waltz’n through a basketball court.

“Say it loud and there's music playing!

Say it soft and it's almost like praying!

Maria...

I'll never stop saying Maria!”

His face shows a look of awestruck luv sickness. Aw, I hope he and Maria get together- they seem like a cute couple, if only Bernardo wasn’t so harsh on Maria. At least Tony has someone…

“Hola, señorita.” A dark voice calls from behind me.

I turn around and find a ragged-look’n guy hold’n a beer bottle. He’s obviously drunk, and I can tell from his gaze that he’s got more than friendship on his mind.

Ignoring his drunken rambling, I swiftly walk away towards a street sign in hopes of find’n my way home-

“Hey!” The drunk comes up behind me and tries to grab me. “I was talk’n to ya, bitch!”

“Get away, creep!” I punch his lights out and sprint off, look’n for anywhere to hide-

“Over here!” I turn and spot Riff in another alley. I’m still mad at him, but I’ll take my chances compared to the guy behind me! When I get closer I notice he’s alone. 

“Hey chica. ‘S that bastard bother’n you?”

I lean against the brick wall to catch my breath. “Yeah… but- but I don’t think he’s gonna catch me.”

Riff chuckles. “Yeah, I saw that guy go down for the count. Nice punch! So, them PRs finally leave ya alone?” His smile fades and he seems to be sulking.

My jaw tightens. “They’re not bad people, Riff. They’re my friends. And if you all weren’t always fighting then maybe you’d like them too.”

Riff just grunts. “So where’d Tony head off to?”

I pause. Maria trusts me with her secret, and I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t worried for my new friend. Tony seems like a nice guy, much nicer than Riff, but I still have my doubts. 

“No clue. Last I saw he was headed to a place called Doc’s.”

“Hm. So… ya got any evening plans?”

I huff. “Uh, yeah. They ended up ruined after a jerk and his gang decided to fight my friends,” I say dryly.

“Aw, I’m sorry.” Riff walks up closer and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Could the jerk make it up to ya by taking you out?”

My eyes widen. “Like a… a…”

“Marilyn, I’d like to take you on a date,” Riff confirms, a smile spread’n across his face.

“Won’t Grazi be a little upset?” I give him a pointed look.

“I think you saw up close and personal that she don’t noth’n to do with me anymore.”

“Ah, I get it. Done with one dame and onto the next!” I put my hands on my hips. “You sure work fast, Jet Boy. But I ain’t gonna be just anodda goil for you to parade around with and then toss away.”

“Hey, it ain’t like that! Honest! I’ve been ‘round Grazi ‘cause Tony was gone, but now that he’s back he don’t want her back. But…” He sighs nervously and scratches his neck. “I donno… When I met you ya seemed like a nice gal, and I really wanna get to know you bedda. Please, just gimme a chance?” He begs.

I stare at the wall. Could he really be a nice guy? Could I get him to stop all this violence? Even if I don’t like him at foist, it’d be a smart move to be on good terms with both gang leaders, for Maria and Tony’s sake. 

“Ok,” I face Riff and give him a nod. “I’ll let you take me out. But, no rumbles or any talk-a fighting during a date!”

Riff’s uneasy eyes widen and he smiles as he takes my hand. “You won’t regret this, Marilyn. I promise.”

“I bedda not,” I smirk.

“Can I call ya Lynnie?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I still will.”

“You’re insufferable!” I groan.

I take Riff’s arm and let him lead me down the dimly-lit streets, unsure about how to make city small-talk. Instead I busy myself by look’n at all the giant buildings.

I hear Riff snicker. “Impressed?”

“Say what you want, Jet Boy. I ain’t used to noth’n like this! In the country the tallest tree hold noth’n up to these skyscrapers!”

He smirks. “Just wait, beautiful. I’ll show you someth’n so big that you’ll never wanna leave.” 

I stiffen up and look at Riff with wide eyes. “Um… and what does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

Riff walks me to a part of town that’s in the middle between the newer and crumbling buildings. He points to a ladder leaned against a 4-story brick building. “Follow me up, but don’t open your eyes ‘till I say so.”

He starts up, leaving me flabbergasted.

“So I’m just supposed to blindly climb a ladder? Why don’t I just fall now and break my neck?” I outburst sarcastically.

“Just climb up, Lynnie!” Riff calls from the roof.

Against my better judgment, I begin my ascent up the ladder. When I get to the middle I look out and all I can see is dusty, crumbling buildings surrounded by smoke. Also- yikes it’s high up here!

“Um… Riff…”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Afraid-a heights?” Riff laughs above me.

“I’m used to climbing trees, Jet Boy! Not this!”

“What’s the difference?”

“Trees have limbs to grab. If I fall here I’m just a splat on the pavement!” I keep climb’n, and when I go to look down again I feel a hand grab mine. 

“C’mon, Lynnie. Almost there!” Riff says encouragingly.

I reach the top and Riff takes my other hand to pull me up, and in do’n so I stumble into him. We both stagger back and go to lean against a wall, with me lean’n on Riff’s back. I look up at him, only to find him look’n down at me with a goofy smirk on his face.

“Bit eager, are we?”

I groan and push away. “You wish, Jet boy.”

“Now hold on a sec!” He grabs my hand again and puts another over my eyes. “I wanna show you the best part.”

“You mean there’s more than just rubble?” I jab at him.

“You’ll see.”

I do my best to navigate blindly without tripping again, but eventually my patience grows thin.

“Riff I swear to God if you’re take’n me on some wild goose chase-!”

“Here we are,” I feel Riff take his hand away from my eyes and put both hands on my hips, which causes heat to rush into my face. Thankfully it’s too dark for Riff to see my embarrassing blush.

But what I can see is the city, and it’s gorgeous! We’re at the back of the roof, and up so high that I can see the magnificent, gleaming skyscrapers dotted throughout the blooming city. The clear sky allows for bright stars to provide the astonishing structures with an incredible background.

My jaz drops and all I can do is stare. “Wow…”

“This place is the only spot left without any construction. I go here to think, ya know? Just… forget everyth’n.”

I nod. “Back home, I’d always go to the river near our house. It was so loud I’d just let my thoughts melt away into the noise. I guess by be’n in tha city ya don’t need to worry ‘bout noise.”

Riff chuckles. “Yeah it’s a mess out there.”

“One day it’ll all be behind me, and I can forget about everyth’n,” I whisper.

Riff’s tone immediately changes. “What? You’re leave’n? Ya just got here!”

I scoff. “I never wanted to come here in the foist place, Jet boy.”

“What about it? Ya got to meet me,” he smirks.

I roll my eyes and dramatically spread my arms. “Oh, yes. I’ve met Riff, the rough ‘nd tough Jet leader! My life is complete!”

“Hey!”

“Sorry Riff, but to me life’s worth more than territory. I just wanna go someplace where nobody can hurt me or tell me what to do.”

“New York could be that place,” Riff says with a hint of hope.

I chuckle.

“They say folks is dyin' to get here

Me, I'm dyin' to get away

To a little town out west

That's spankin' new.

And while I ain't never been there

I can see it clear as day

If you want, I bet'cha you could see it, too.”

Riff’s eyebrows shoot up and I can’t help but laugh.

“What? Ya never thought I could sing, didja?” I inch closer and hold up 2 fingers to close Riff’s eyes.

“What the Hell-?” He grunts in surprise.

“Close your eyes,

Come with me.

Where it's clean and green and pretty.

And they went and made a city outta clay.

Why, the minute that ya get there

Folks'll walk right up and say

"Welcome home, son

Welcome home to Santa Fe!"

Plantin' crops,

Splittin' rails,

Swappin' tales around the fire.

'Cept for Sunday when you lie around all day…

Soon your friends are more like family,

And they's beggin' you to stay!

Ain't that neat? Livin' sweet

In Santa Fe.” I sing sadly.

Riff looks confused. “Lynnie, the Jets are a family. And your family, if you’ll let us.” Riff takes my hand and looks deep at me. “We’s so used to be’n unwanted so we made our own family- just say the word and you can be in that family too.”

“Or… You could all move west,” I suggest.

“What?” Riff’s face scrunches.

“Think ‘bout it! Lots-a territory, nobody press’n up against you. If you ain’t got sturdy roots here than what’s the point-a stay’n?

“Santa Fe,

You can bet!

We won't let them bastards beat us.

We won't beg no one to treat us fair and square.

There's a life that's worth the livin',

And I'm gonna do my share!

Work the land, chase the sun,

Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fun!

Watch me stand!

Watch me run…” I trail off and stand up to look at the sunset, and wonder if it looks any bedda out west. Meanwhile Riff still has a somber look on his face.

“I… I do got roots here, Marilyn. Or at least remains of ‘em. My…” He trails off, then seems to rethink. “Never mind.”

I frown and go to sit next to him. “It’s ok, Riff. If you don’t wanna tell me I understand, ‘s just that I never thought you had a family since ya always boast ‘bout the Jets ‘nd all.”

Riff nods. “Yeah, the Jets are my family. This here-” He holds up the chain around his neck, and I can see now that there’s a pendant attached to it. “This was my dad’s. ‘S got the Lorton family crest on it. That’s me name, Gariff Lorton. I always thought that sounded crummy, so I’ve just went by Riff. Our family used to be someth’n to be proud of, back when we was in the bootlegging business. But after the feds shut up all the mobs we’s gone downhill, and then my old man drank himself to death.”

This sudden exposition leaves me feeling soft towards the Jet leader, and in the back-a my head I’m thankful to have grown up in a stable family.

“Wh- What about your mother?” 

“Died when I was 5. Me dad’s drinking made her get depressed, ‘til one day she kissed me goodnight, walked right off the balcony and plummeted to her death.”

My hand flies to my mouth. “Oh Jesus, Riff… I’m so sorry.”

He keeps nodding his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve hoid all the sympathy talk. Folks hear this and they either pity me or just blame my upbringing on my ‘bad bahavior.’ Believe me, toots, it ain’t my foist rodeo.”

At this I wrap my arms around the stern gang leader, determined to show him that I ain’t just say’n stuff. He seems surprised at foist, but then snakes his arms around me so that we’re both snug up against a crate, staring out at the big city.

“I really do care, Riff. And if you don’t believe me, just know that family means everyth’n to me. It ain’t someth’n I’d kid around about.”

Riff don’t answer. Instead, he just keeps look’n at me as if I’m gonna say ‘just kidding!’ or ‘I'm just mess’n with ya!’ But when Riff sees I’m serious he smiles. Not a big, wide smile, but a small, grateful one.

“I knew when I saw you that you was special.”

I huff. “I ain’t special, I’s just look’n out for anyone odda than myself. Life hasn’t given me much, so I godda do what I can.” I look up at him with a sincere expression. “Thank you, Riff, for telling me. And thanks for show’n me this place.”

Riff rubs my hand. “I trust you. Besides, I wanted to make you feel welcome.”

“For the record, this has probably one-a the least terrible times I’ve had since I got here.” I chuckle.

“Aw, I’m flattered!” Riff replies. “This place is always open, if you ever wanna stop by.” He winks.

I grin and look up at the bright moon. “Well as tempting that is, right now I bedda be get’n home.” I stand up and start head’n back down the ladder. 

When Riff follows me down he groans. “I knew this night couldn’t last forever. So sweetheart, up for an escort?” He doesn’t wait for an answer and slings his arm through mine.

 “Tomorrow I’m gonna try to find a job. Noth’n too big, just someth’n temporary so I can pay rent and save up to go west.”

I see Riff’s face change to an expression of hidden somberness.

“You really wanna leave, don’t ya?”

“Riff, I ain’t a city goil. Sooner or later I wanna breathe fresh air again without someone try’n to kill me. I’m try’n to not get too attatched, so please-” I sigh and give him a imploring look. “Please don’t make this a big deal. I ain’t leave’n yet, so just calm down.”

By now we’ve reached my apartment, with Riff giving the Puerto Rican neighborhood an odd look.

“Are there any other exotic places here that I should see?” I joke.

Riff snorts. “Well, ya could always take a tour-a my place!”

I grin. “And where’s that?”

“A train car in the junkyard.” He shrugs. “It ain’t much, and it leaks all the time, but it’s the closest thing to a home I got. Noth’n like your penthouse of an apartment. But I’m sure you got a lot bedda things to do, so I’ll just bit you adieu.” Riff starts walk’n away and blows an air kiss. “G’night, Lynnie.”

After pondering an idea, despite a part-a me strictly disagreeing, I make up my mind.

“Hey, Riff?”

He immediately looks back. “Yeah?”

“Have you had dinner yet?”

Riff chuckles. “Um… does wadda and a dinner roll count?”

I laugh. “I’ll take that as a ‘no.’ Would you wanna come up to my place for dinner?”

Riff looks flabbergasted. “Wait- you’re inviting me to dinner, in your apartment?”

Suddenly I get embarrassed for ever suggesting it, and try to fluff it off. “I mean, if you don’t wanna, it’s only a few morsels, noth’n fancy-”

“Are ya kid’n?” A grateful smile spreads across Riff’s face. “‘Course I want to!” He extends his arm again and continues to lead me up the stairs, all the while earning some odd looks from the few Puerto Rican neighbors we pass. When we reach my door I go to pull out the key from my pocket-

“Marilyn! Ay ay! What are you doing?! Get away from her!” Anita comes up and pulls me apart from Riff, who looks just as shocked as I am. “You stay away from her! If I see you around here again I’ll call the police!”

“Anita, wait-!” I try to free myself from her grasp.

“Not now! Get away from him-!”

“I brought him here! He’s with me!”

Anita’s face changes. “You brought him? Mi querida, why? You know how dangerous he is-!”

“Yes, and I also know that he won’t hurt you or me. Will you , Riff?”

Riff, still shaken up in the corner, shakes his head. “I might know how to rumble, but I also know how to treat a lady. I make sure all my boys do,” he says sincerely.

“And what is that worth? A Jet boy’s promise?” Anita seethes.

“Anita! This is exactly why we’re not making any progress! It’s because you hate each odda so much, even when someone’s will’n to be nice, that you’ll just assume they’ll never change!” I yank my apartment door open and tug Riff inside. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep him here. Out of sight out of mind, right?” I shut the door in her face and turn around to lean against it. “Uggghhhh.”

“You read my mind, girly.” 

Riff goes to sit at the small table while I take out some vegetables leftover from my dinner.

“Here. It ain’t much, but it’s all I got-”

“Lynnie, this is great!” Riff smiles as he looks at the tiny portions with hungry eyes. “I haven’t had this type-a meal in ages! Are ya sure I can have this?”

His modesty is adorable, and it’s eat’n away at my heart no matter how much I internally scream ‘don’t get attached!’ 

“Um… yeah. Go ahead. I gotta make anodda grocery run tomorrow anyway…” I drift off and just watch Riff all but devour his meal, all the while try’n to get past the thought of how leaving him’s gonna make me so sad-

Shut up! You’ve known the guy for one day! Get over it!

“Gotta say, I definitely feel more welcomed here this time.” Riff interrupts my thoughts as he finishes his dinner and cleans up the kitchen.

I huff. “Yeah, completely different circumstances than the last time you paid me a visit!” I give him a pointed look and nod at the window.

“So… you ain’t gonna kick me out again?” Riff asks as he sits on my bed.

I shake my head and smirk. “At this hour? It’s dangerous. I hear there’s a fearsome gang that hangs around here.”

“Meaning… I can sleep here?” Riff clarifies.

“Unless you’ve got a spot better than this rickety old bed.” I point at the creaking structure.

“Nope. This prime spot most definitely beats my bed-a grease rags in the junkyard. No rats.”

At foist I think he’s joking, but Riff doesn’t laugh the statement away. Instead he looks around my tiny apartment as if it’s the Taj Mahal, as if he’s happy just to simply have a roof over his head with someone who ain’t try’n to kill him.

He notices me staring, then shrugs. “Some city life, huh? At least you used to have a home, and kinda got one here too with the PRs. I got the Jets, but odda than that all I got is my wits, sense-a humor-” He gives a cheeky smile. “And my drop-dead good looks.”

I snicker. “You wish, Jet Boy. Now lay down and go to sleep before I knock ya out with my frying pan.”

He frowns. ‘What ‘bout you, Lynnie?”

“I’m gonna… crash on the floor.” I grab an extra blanket and pillow and go to lie down on the filthy rug. A somewhat terrible bed but it’ll do in a pinch.

Riff gets up, shaking his head, and sits next to me. “Oh no, no, no, Lynnie. Just ‘cause I’s a houseguest I ain’t gonna deprive my pretty hostess of her bed. I’m too much-a gentleman for that.” Outta nowhere, Riff picks me up as if I’m a delicate bride and starts carry’n me towards my bed.

“Jesus, Riff! A little warning next time-!”

“Ok. Incoming!”

Riff throws me up in the air and I come down flailing onto the discombobulated sheets. As soon as I land, all I can see is Riff’s wicked grin as he flops down on me. After wrapping a blanket around us and use’n my chest as a pillow he closes his eyes, smiles, and says: “G’night, Lynnie.”

I just gape down at him. “Um, no! Riff- get off me! How is this any way a ‘gentleman’ would behave?!”

“I let my pretty hostess have her bed, and now I’m use’n the hostess as my bed. I said I was a gentleman, sweetheart, not a saint.”

I try to argue more but he’s already half-asleep and snuggle’n up to me as if I’m a human pillow. Eventually I just sigh in defeat and half-turn over to rest my head on an actual pillow, let’n Riff’s warm, toned body send me to sleep with his steady breathing….

I can tell I’ve only been asleep for a few hours ‘cause it’s still dark out, but someth’n woke me up. But what-?

“Marilyn… Marilyn… Marilyn!” Riff’s sleep talk’n gets more and more frantic. “Don’t- don’t do it! Don’t- Marilyn!”

Now I’m fully awake and try’n to get Riff to stir, but every attempt is a failure. “Riff! Jet Boy! Hey, Riff! Wake up, you’re dream’n!” I shake him, but he continues to grip my torso as if I’m a life preserver.

“Don’t- Marilyn… Don’t die!” He sobs.

“Riff! Riff!” I shake him so hard that eventually his limp body springs to life, clutching me tight and his head look’n around frantically. 

“Marilyn?! Marilyn…” Riff calms down again and closes his eyes, already fall’n back to sleep.

“Shhh… Shhh… It’s ok, Jet Boy. I ain’t go’n anywhere.”

He snuggles up to me again, and I notice that his shirt’s soaked with sweat. As carefully as I can, I slide the wet garment off without waking him up. It might look sketchy, but I’d rather have him think I’m a weirdo than let him sleep in this filthy thing.

I guess that’s a conversation for tomorrow. Right now, I rest my head against Riff’s chest as his breathing goes back to normal…

[crimeboys]

🤩 I wanna hear chommhyy

[from document titled “tea”]

Phil hardly notices Tommy for a moment, patting his pockets and muttering something about Gapples, but he lifts his head just enough to take sight of Tommy. There’s a bit of shock, then a smile as warm as the hearth in Technoblade’s cabin. Phil was always good with smiles, even if sometimes they were laid with gunpowder. Tommy almost finds comfort in that, though. Wilbur’s are too.

Before Phil can get a word in, Tommy begins a tirade of, “Phil, I am so fucking cold. Why do you live in a tundra? To spite me? Because you hate war veterans? Or just orphans? What else do you hate, you heartless prick?”

Phil’s smile becomes just a bit weary. “You here to visit?”

“Maybe,” he answers with a shrug. He still sort of wants to run. To curb that impulse, Tommy replaces it with another. He pushes past Phil, letting himself into the little cabin. He can’t run away from Phil. Not when Phil’s the only fucker in the world who can answer the question Tommy hardly wants to ask but desperately needs to know the answer to. Did Wilbur trick me again?

As Tommy sifts through Phil’s chests, he ignores Phil’s squawk of indignance to ask, “You got bread?” He looks back and Phil has his hands on his hips and is leveling Tommy with that annoying mad dad stare Tommy got more than e-fucking-nough of from Wilbur during L’manburg. Just on the silly side of desperate, Tommy exclaims, “I’m starving, Phil, practically dead already! Walking corpse shambling into your home, begging for a measly piece of bread.” There’s even some truth to it… It’s mostly truth, actually, now that he takes a look at his inventory. He’s got no food, three hearts, and about five bars of hunger. With a nervous laugh, he says, “Maybe even toss half a stack my way, hm? Old pals and all.”

Phil simply sighs. He looks outside of his open door with a frown. That won’t do. Loudly, Tommy complains, “Oh, I’m Phil, and I hate starving orphans. I let them freeze and starve to death and force them to fend for themselves because I’m so cruel and old and not poggers, and if I had it my way every child in the world would be starving to death because that’s just the kind of guy I-”

“Fucks sake, fine!” Phil interrupts with an incredulous laugh. He closes the door of his cabin and tosses his bag to the ground. “I’ll make you some bread, Tommy.”

“Oh Phil you are so kind. So benevolent. I don’t know why they say such mean things about you, you beautiful, generous man.”

“Oh, shut,” Phil instructs, wagging a hand toward the seat at his table. “Sit down, it’ll just be a minute. Bread and tea?”

Quickly, Tommy semi-politely insists, “Oh, uh, just bread’ll be fine.” He takes his place at the table and prays on every Prime he has that Phil does not make tea.

“You’re cold, tea will help,” Phil insists as he takes the kettle out. Dread Tommy has not felt since he was 12 and Wilbur was teaching him to inconspicuously poor out scalding hot tea fills him now.

“Phil, I worry for my insides. Your tea is not, um… Well, good? It’s very bad, actually, and I worry what kind of biohazard will make its way through my body. Should be the next fucker we toss in prison for that alone.” The joke falls flat to Tommy’s ears. It makes him feel a bit ill, actually. Phil just rolls his eyes and flicks warm water at Tommy.

“Better to die of a biohazard than freeze to death.”

“I disagree, simply.” But before Tommy can fight for his life a second more, Phil tosses him a loaf of bread. Tommy fumbles to catch it with his hands, but luckily his teeth are more than ready. With crumbs falling out of his mouth, Tommy says, “Philza Minecraft, you truly are the only man.” Phil just shakes his head and continues with his tea.

[cheemken]

Everyone is already tired of Eepy after a month, mf is even starting to piss off Iris because he won’t listen to her

So imagine how defeated everyone felt when Iris came home with a Tyrunt , a Pokémon that likes to bite even more that Gible, and their bites are known to hurt like a bitch

Even Drayden is starting to think letting Iris bring home wild baby Pokémon is a bad idea, if the broken TV is anything to go by

I just imagine the lead up to that was just, Iris sitting them down on the couch and looking at them in the eye seriously

“I’m going into the next room to do some paperwork”

“Tyrunt!” “Ble!”

“Promise me that you’ll behave by yourselves until I’m done”

“RuntRunt” “Gible!”

“Ok, I’ll get this done as fast as I can”

And not even five minutes later does Iris hear a crash. Girly is really contemplating whether she should let Drayden find the mess first or just go clean it up herself

On the bright side, Eepy finally stops biting them 24/7 and instead bites Tyrunt when they play together

REAL😭😭🤣

No bc in the first ask you sent me I was gonna add like, a small bit of Eepy following Iris during the league meetings and ofc, he's there biting her, and ofc it was expected of Cynthia to say that's normal for Gible bc when her own Garchomp was still a Gible it wouldn't stop biting her too, it still has a habit of biting Cynthia really (Iris hopes and prays everyday that Eepy won't keep that habit when he evolves, please Arceus just this one good thing), but also Diantha saying how it reminds her of her own Tyrantrum when it was still a Tyrunt too, and Iris was just "really? I mean, doesn't your Tyrantrum have Strong Jaw??"

"yes, he broke my bones back then"

"WHAT"

And that's how the Champions found out that Dia took a year off from completing the Gym Challenge bc her Tyrunt bit her arm hard enough it broke her bones lmao

And that in mind, when she found her own Tyrunt, well, she's glad at least that it's Eepy he bites, not her, bc she'd rather not want broken bones too lol

But also now it's Eepy and Terry, im gonna call him Terry bc of Dinosaur King I love Terry so much he's so cute, causing trouble in the league, Caitlin's chambers is off limits now like she legit put up a psychic barrier so the two lil shits won't be able to disturb her while she's sleeping hahaha

Imagine Eepy and Terry just following Iris to another league meeting, Hilbert just gives her a look™

"no."

"Well, I can't just leave them!"

"yes you can!! Why don't you leave them with Bianca?! They listen to her more!"

"because I'd be a bad parent and partner if I just leave them with Bianca all the time! Plus, she has her own meeting"

"Okay how about this: give them to trainers!! To Dragon trainers! Can you at least do that?!"

"and you think I haven't tried??? These little shits wouldn't leave!"

On the bright side, at least y'know, Eepy and Terry just bite each other and their toys now, not them which made the meeting a bit more bearable lmfaooo

But y'know imagine it got to the point Iris has to beg Bianca to train Eepy and Terry not to bite anyone bc she's the only they listen to, and ofc, Bianca agreed, saying she'd have more time with her lil darlings, Iris still doesn't understand how Bianca's not tired of em, Eepy especially lmfao

The downside of that is that while Bianca did train them to not bite anyone, they would legitimately listen to only Bianca now, like Iris is their actual trainer but they won't even listen to her cjkdjdb hahaha now they follow Bianca around so at least she has more company when doing field work, plus, Eepy and Terry doesn't bite people much anymore so that's an added bonus ig hahah least the league wouldn't have to deal w Terry and Eepy anymore hahaha

[hoonvrs]

Hey saint watchu doin 😊

Honestly had a really bad day today and Ur the only person I can talk to rn. Idk what's up with ppl forcing me to do things I don't like and telling me to stop doing things I love doing. As if whatever I wanna do is always wrong. My school has restricted me to do any crochet in the campus EVEN THOUGH I don't interrupt nor am I distracted during the classes. My mum has told me to solely focus on studies and do crochet in the holidays. BUT now they want me to do extracurriculars. Maybe I'm in the wrong but I have no interest in the acts of singing, dancing, art and other cultural activities. But I have to do them because I do nothing at home. Like I don't take extra classes for playing instruments, or go to other places for tutoring, nor do I learn anything involving self defense, dancing, singing, reciting. I don't even like sports. I just don't like these activities. But I have to do them and I'm being forced because they're 'good for me' and 'good for my future'. Which I get it's completely fine. But is crochet not? Infact I wanted to do a specific activity and my friend wanted to do photography. But since I chose that activity, she has to too because she won't do photography alone. And then she said it's my fault but when I said that I could switch for the sake of her not blaming it on me for the rest of the semester, she said no. I can't deny anything anymore. When they ask me if I want to do something and I say no, they ask why and I just say that I don't want to. But apparently that isn't a valid reason to say no. I would say all of this to my mum but she's friends with my friends mums and would try taking to them about it but I don't want the others knowing. Ill be honest saint you were the first person I could think of because no one else would just listen to me and not go tell someone else or start asking questions. I don't have anyone to talk to anymore. I just wish things were like before when in was like five and I wasn't allowed to meet my friends outside of school. When our parents weren't friends to the point they would steal away the only day my mum had a holiday I could spend time with her on. I wish I had someone to talk to. Now all I can do is look in the mirror, cry, and talk to myself. Saint you don't understand how much talking to u like this is helping me. We don't even know eachother personally but at least I can talk to you freely without any judgement. I just wanna live my life. I've never had a moment in life where I felt free since I was 5. I miss freedom.

-🌜(rant again 😭)

i can’t understand personally but i can definitely feel for you cause i have a friend in the exact same situation and honestly fuck them for not letting you do what you want in your own life, esp ur school cause in what world do they completely nan you from crocheting in school likes it’s really none of their business. honestly the advice i can give ( if you even want any ) is to not do it. nothing teaches a parent a lesson unless their kids rebel cause it honestly so much easier to ask for forgiveness then for permission, and they’ll see in the future all of that was so useless.

with your friend pls try and stand up for yourself, coming from someone who’s literally ignored her own cousins cause they were being bitchy it’ll be better to avoid and ignore her then to have to put up with her attitude. tell her no one told her to ditch photography and that she should learn some independence or she won’t get too far in life, and she might get offended but that’s her problem not yours.

i’m happy that you feel safe enough with me to share this but i’m so upset that you have to go through this, praying it’ll be js an emotional memory when you’re a little bit older with more independence cause parents will learn to give their kids freedom once they’ve hit an age where they can’t control them ( usually uni )

don’t let anyone try to talk you out of what you love or talk you down into staying in a toxic friendship just because you’re ‘parents are close’ or ‘you’ve known each other for so long’ they’re js manipulating you into wasting your energy and effort on stupid friendships and ik it’s easier said then done but you’ll feel so much better without that burden

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Seventeen.

Standing with the parents waiting for the kids to come out, I don’t know how Rylee does it. They are so stuck up but like how does she even be a mother, this shit is hard work even with Grace but she has gone for private leave but maybe I am just doing the most because Aziel feels sad about both parents being missing so I am just stood here waiting for them to come out, the parents are staring at me like I am crazy and even then the teachers question me who I am, but I get it, they need to be sure. Aziel had a full on melt down when his mother left, he didn’t want her to go and it took a lot for me to coax him out, like he couldn’t talk to his dad so that upset him and then I wouldn’t do this and that and everything was just making him so sad, so I ended up taking him out which worked but he is not happy at all “you’re Rylee sister aren’t you?” this lady came over to me “oh yeah, hi” I smiled “I can tell, I am Jordan mother” letting out an oh “yes, Aziel talks so much about him, he told me that his friend did this and they did that in school. He is so sweet, Rylee sent me a picture of them. I think they are friends for life” she smiled “they can be a handful, you know boys” I smiled “are you Aziel carer” looking at this lady “erm, yeah” I am so confused “may I speak to you please, in private” I cringed “sure” walking behind her “you’re his auntie correct” oh I wonder what this is all about “I am” I pray he is being good; he likes to play up when things are up in the air in his life. I feel sick to my stomach right now, I pray he is ok and that he hasn’t done anything “Aziel is here” she pointed, looking through the window and I can just see him sat there “Aziel got into trouble today, we spoken to both parties but one is harder to really speak too, during play time Aziel hit another child and then broke his glasses which he then couldn’t see all day until his mother came to give him another pair but it’s the extent of how he hit him, he was fighting really badly until a member of staff saw and then he ran away, this type of behaviour is not permitted here and it’s necessary we nip this in the bud and that we do speak to his mother and father but, Aziel said he did spit on him but the child he did hit has special needs and it’s hard to speak too, this is his mother Mina” oh this is awkward “I am so sorry what Aziel did, we will pay for the glasses” she smiled “oh it’s just kids, it’s ok. I was just here to get his jacket but please it’s fine” I could murder Aziel, what the hell “I will deal with it, I am sorry” I apologised to the teacher, I can’t believe this child.

Aziel little bad self, that child of my sisters is not good “Aziel” I said to him, he won’t look at me, he keeps turning his face, being in this SUV he is sat across me as we go home “excuse me, you don’t get out of that car seat too” he looked at me but mean mugged me “why are you trying to get out?” He tugged at his jacket “it’s annoying you” he is just upset really “Aziel, talk to TT. What’s wrong? You can’t be fighting people, and that boy has broken glasses that is not good. Now when I tell your mom she isn’t going to be happy with you” I pointed, he started kicking his legs “no tell mommy” he cried out, I decided maybe I don’t want kids “then stop!” I spat, looking at my phone, Damson is calling in the middle of a meltdown “babe” I answered “I am concerned for the nephew, what are you doing to him” he laughed “don’t, I decided. I don’t want kids, but I feel so bad, I wanted to spend time with you and now I’m doing this” I sighed “no tell mommy” Aziel said “I have no choice, Aziel you broke his glasses. His mother was so sweet. They don’t have hooliganism in that school” he yelped out “what did he do? Have a fight” I am so embarrassed right now “he had a fight with a child right, this boy has special needs. He said the boy spit on him, I am like I believe he did. He is special but then Aziel got mad and was fighting him and broke his glasses. And that boy couldn’t see all day, oh my god. His mother came, a Chinese lady right. I was like oh I am sorry; I am his auntie. We will pay for it, she was so kind she said no it’s ok, kids play. But it was bad, what he did was bad” he is listening but is also laughing “I think he should just go to a normal school; they don’t want no seed of Cench there, but don’t feel bad. How about, I come over with Pizza, is Rylee ok with that? It’s her home” he is cute “aww really? And she is fine with it, she don’t mind” I can see him too “fine, I can come to you. I mean my ma said we married now” we both laughed “oh god, don’t. I love your mother” he scoffed “yeah that you have her number Ti!” He spat “how can I say no!? Please stop but come over, hopefully he has calmed down. But I don’t want kids Damson” I don’t want it “but as cute as me? Come on now, but see you soon peaches” I sniggered “I love it when you say that to me” he sounds so sexy with it too “see you soon and good luck with that one” I need it “thank you, bye babe” putting the phone down “are you done?” I asked, “no tell mommy!” He spat “don’t speak to me” I have to tell Rylee; he is playing me right now.

Aziel dropped his bag onto the floor “ok does that belong there?” I asked him “no” we just stared at each other “what is the bad behaviour? Is it because mom is not here? Keep it up you’re going to see me mad, pick it up!” I shouted, now I see why Rylee is blowing her top because these kids “and don’t you sigh out” looking at my phone now my mother wants to call “take your stuff upstairs and change your clothes” he is mad and sad this child “I can’t” he turned to me “why can’t you?” Answering the call “mommy help” letting out an oh “I am coming then, when is Grace back. Jesus, hey mom” this is a headache “what is happening there, everything ok” I laughed “I have decided kids aren’t for me that is all” Aziel came back down the steps “I want bath, I do it” shaking my head “don’t you dare, I will come. You touch it I will be mad” I need Rylee back or Grace, imagine both gone “that bad, what is my grand baby doing, you got Grace there. Lazy girls” I sniggered “Grace had family problem; I am alone with this child. I see why Rylee is mad always. We see the nice and the real thing ain’t it baby” my mom laughed “oh stop it, kids are fun. Give Rylee the phone, she has been ignoring me” she said “Rylee ain’t here mom, she is in Iceland” my mom is confused now, I know her “but why?” She questioned “Oakley went on a meltdown; he just needs a moment to get better. Rachel asked her to help him because Oakley is cussing her out, he is just running around London doing dumb things, he doesn’t sleep. He is just needing a little cry and peace, so she asked me to stay with Grace but Grace then said that so now I am alone. And if you’re trying to call Oakley don’t bother, he lost or threw his phone I am not sure, but Rylee isn’t answering anyone besides me, because of Aziel” I huffed out “wow! Ok, your dad has been trying to call him. Oh god, I saw it in his eyes. I knew it, but fine. Can you tell her to call me please and do you want me to come?” My mother is cute “no, I will be ok. It’s a learning curb” I think I need it.

I sighed out, I have bathed Aziel, put him in his Batman night clothes, he seems content but like I feel I need to speak to him about his behaviour, even if his mother does call I am not telling her right now because she’s dealing with Oakley but still, he’s calm now just watching TV and I’m waiting for Damson to come through. I told him the code so he can just walk through the gate but he is taking forever “Aziel” I said to him “yes” the way he says yes is like I am stressing him out “I want to talk to you baby please, come here” waving him over, he made his way over with his dad hat in hand, I don’t know why he is holding that around, sitting up on the couch while shuffling up on the couch “can we talk?” I asked “ok” he just said “why did you hit anyone? Never mind a vulnerable child, baby that was mean. That boy couldn’t see because of that, why did you get so angry. Teacher said you ran away too, why? Talk to me” he looked at me and I am cooing out, he is so cute, my baby “I’m mad” he admitted “mad, why? What makes you mad, he said sorry about spitting on you, he said he didn’t do it on purpose” he shrugged “I miss my dad he not want to see me” he shook his head “awww what, he does baby. Don’t be silly now” he huffed out “I see mom and dad there” he pointed “that day when mom left” he nodded “oh you did” I didn’t know that, no wonder he had a bad meltdown “and I call but no, so I’m sad. And I get mad but I’m sad now” my bottom lip poked out “Aziel, baby. I promise you, and I am so serious. Baby they love you so much, this journey they are going on is going to make it better for you. I promise” I think Damson is here “don’t be sad” grabbing the hat and placing it on his head “let’s go and see who that is” I said getting up, all I can think about is that is my man, my handsome man. Opening the door wider, and Aziel looked deflated that it’s Damson “I made it!” He said “not my dad” he pulled his hat off “I never said it was” he is so rude “hey, I am taller than him. More handsome than him too. What is your name, you don’t remember me really, but I came with Pizza and” he bought his other hand forward “ice cream. And” he passed me the ice cream “I hid this here in the back” he walked in “I remember rightly, your dad told me that you like cars. And that you like superhero things, so I know you have those switch consoles, and I know you don’t have this game” why did he get him a game “for me!?” He spat, but he is smiling “yeah, it’s Lego car racing, for you. Your dad told me this, he talks a lot about you, but I forgot your name now” Damson is good with kids, maybe I might give him a child “Aziel!” He spat “oh I thought your name was Alan” Aziel giggled “how old are you? This game says five?” He’s totally making me love him “I am five! And I got Batman” my cute nephew “I am jealous, you think I can wear one” Aziel shook his head “you too big” I can’t stop smiling, this is so cute, and I am rethinking this baby thing.

I think Aziel likes Damson, this is cute “how many pizza’s you had over there” Aziel looked at his plate “two” he admitted “oh nah, you had more then that. I saw you taking things from my plate” Aziel giggled “you got them Chinese eyes like your dad” Damson pointed “my dad” he paused “my dad sing” Damson gasped “he sings? For real, what he be singing, something to get jiggy with” I nudged Damson, picking my phone up “yes” Aziel said, he don’t know what he meant by that at all “really, ok you sing me a song, I think I know your dad come on. Sing me something” pressing record, Aziel stood up on the chair “be careful with that” I had to say, “you really trap” Aziel started “yeah, yeah, go on, turn off the autotune, go on boy” Damson bopped along with him “see you really rap!” oh I need to give this man a baby, Damson looked at me “you can buy this remix very soon, DamDam and Aziel. We on this new version” I stopped recording “let me show you something” Damson said getting his phone out “what you showing him? Pictures of me” Damson snorted laughing “you wish but come here” Aziel made his way over “you think I don’t know your dad; I have known that skinny man since day kid” he showed Aziel a picture of them “oh wow, that my dad” my nephew is so adorable “TT look” he snatched Damson phone and came to me “look” I chuckled “aww Aziel, that is your dad. so cute” he is missing him I think.

Rylee fucking promised she would answer, and she is taking forever “TT, not tell mom” Aziel said, I smirked “tell what Aziel? I suggest you lay down right now” I won’t be telling anything at this moment “I peepee first” nodding my head “ok, hurry. Then I can read your book to you” he jumped up off of the bed “love you!” I said smiling, let’s see if he says it back “you more!” he spat, answering Rylee call “bitch” I said “sorry literally just finished a massage, well someone massaged me. Is he awake still” she knows damn well when we would call “he is awake, waiting for you. Will he talk to him? How is he anyways” let me get that in “Oakley is a pain; I mean he is getting there with things but he just refuses to mourn his dad and like I just want to say your dad is a jerk get over it but it is more to do with what he saw, I think he is slowly breaking down. He is self-loathing, but my god Ti this fucking asshole drank from the bar, like I went to the spa came back he was drunk then he was horny this was day one. Now he hasn’t touched it, he hates all that stuff. I just need to let him get it out of his system. He did say why was it me having to see that, it’s always me having to go through shit so yeah, I may have broke him, but he’s just a mess but I think I am getting through” I huffed out “right, well I think your son needs you both but I am just letting you know mom is asking for you and for Oakley” Rylee scoffed “when I have the time” she just replied, but Aziel is back “well hurry up because Aziel is here, you going to tell mommy what a good day you had” I smiled “awww yes” I do love this boy but he can be naughty, the way he just pressed the phone to his ear “hi mom” I would have taken him with me, I couldn’t leave him here.

I closed the door with the biggest smirk on my face “and that’s how put a child to sleep” Damson done fell asleep on me until he did this stupid fake yawn “I’m sorry but he was only happy because of me, he was like nah this auntie of mine is annoyingly crazy” sitting next to him but pushing him as I did, he is so stupid “are you staying over?” He side eyed me “you never said, but I can stay over for a while, until late” kissing his cheek “I will take that, you got popcorn in this place” I shrugged “wait I think she does you know, why do you want popcorn?” He pointed at the TV “I have been here deciding on a movie and you didn’t even notice” that is so cute “babe, does your family actually like me? Don’t lie to me to make me happy either” I pressed my finger into his cheek “I literally have to repeat myself constantly because you don’t believe me, my mom said I should marry you. That’s it, you hear my dad when we told him how we met?” I chuckled “people really have a bad view on Oakley, he called him useless and he only has Rylee going for him” I scoffed “he was joking of course, but just he was up to no good always. But my dad likes you too, we good Ti. But we won’t be good if you don’t get the popcorn. I do think Cench should have Aziel in a school that’s more him, they not going to deal with his bad self” getting up from the couch “that’s their people really, but thank you for coming. You didn’t need to” he winked at me “I wanted too, you know that” he makes me so happy, I am loving life.

[unhingedhearties]

New Year, New You (Same As The Old You) Part 1

Wow… TeamE83Liz really went on a posting spree on New Year’s Eve/Day. Pray for the family members that have to put up with her. That can’t be easy.

First a “poem” she wrote. I guess technically it’s a poem. There are words and some of them do rhyme.

Imagine “having knots in your stomach” and making yourself sick for days because a woman you don’t know and have never spoken to… is in a relationship. Imagine having no problems or hardships in your life so you find the time and energy to physically destroy your own health obsessing over the life choices of a woman that, in all likelihood, does not share your values.  How Erin lives her life has zero effect on your life. Those “knots in your stomach” are 100% a YOU problem. “How bad she can be! Alcohol, “sleeps w/someone” & more!”

Remember when Erin did that sponsored Instagram post where she had half an inch of white wine in a glass in front of a fire and some books? Some people, including Liz here, lost their minds at the idea of Erin drinking a-a-a-ALCOHOL! You know, that substance that’s used during mass in Catholicism and is an important part of cultures like France.

Oh, who am I kidding. There’s a 1000% percent chance that Liz is one of those Christians that thinks Catholics are evil. Still, it always surprises me to see Americans lose their mind at the “dangers” of alcohol but don’t think twice about shoving processed foods and corn syrup down their gullet. 

“Finding that stuff out, Made me kick, scream, and shout!”

I can’t help but notice that it doesn’t say “makes me want to”, meaning this middle-aged woman did actually “kick, scream and shout”.

There’s no shame in putting a family member in a group home, by the way. Sometimes it’s the best way to get them help.

More of this weird, convoluted “Me Me Me Me, how dare people say mean things about a TV character, that’s so rude, but I can say horrible things about the actress playing her, I have the right and free speech to say whatever I want, but if people call me out they’re rude and abusive bullies, why won’t anyone think of Me Me Me Me”.

“She’s SO hot, but he’s SO ugly!!”

Liz, post a photo of yourself. I’m serious. You keep dehumanizing this poor man and saying he’s ugly. Show the world what you look like.

"Living with" a girl/boy friend, Is a good way to go to H_ll in the end!"

Oh, you mean like what Lucas’s actor Chris McNally is doing? 

"Sleeping with someone before "I do", Is a 1-way ticket to H_ll too!"

Again, like what the actor who played Lucas, the other half of “Lucabeth” is doing? He even has a baby with his girlfriend. Wow, funny how TeamE83Liz is silent on that. Almost like it’s a double standard when men do it.

(And to make it clear, I do not think Chris or his girlfriend are “evil”. I don’t care about anyone’s marital status or if they have a child out of wedlock. I think people who harass and bully others for their relationship are evil).

"Short hair, dog=her kid, just to name a few."

Hoooooooly crap! I had suspected this thing about Erin’s hair, but TeamE83Liz never said it outright, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt (I won’t be doing that in the future). No screenshots of it because they seemed like innocuous comments at the time, but Liz has made several comments in the past regarding Erin’s hair and how she prefers it longer than the short style Erin usually has when not filming When Calls The Heart. Her hair on that show is clearly fake since it couldn’t possibly grow that fast when she starts filming. I thought it was just a preference TeamE83Liz had, but she apparently is deeply offended that Erin keeps her hair short in her real life. 

And we’ve already seen Liz freak out anytime Erin posts photos of her little dog. Love and respect for the life of animals is apparently something else that gives Liz anxiety attacks.

“Erin is toooooooooooo private, but also I learned so much about her private life it makes me cry boo hoo feel bad for me :( 

If only there was some way I could stop being upset at what I see on the internet. Oh well, better go make 5 more social media accounts after too many people blocked me. Gotta keep up to date on everything.”

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"I'll know if being angry at her is actually the right thing to do! Bc, we could be wrong & mad for nothing!"

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Lucabeth fans… find me a Team Nathan fan this awful.  What the hell does Liz want exactly? Erin to go live on Instagram and describe her SEX life? Is that really going to make you feel better? Will you finally be able to sleep at night thinking you’re justified in acting like a monster?

[shiny-jr]

Can you do the whole alphabet for Leona? Pretty please 🙏

Warning: Yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Leona Kingscholar.

Note: FINALLY. Finished this stupid lion’s part. This was the one I was stuck on. Not even gonna check it. I’m sick of looking at it. 

Letters: A - Z

☀ Affection. How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

     ☼ Leona is pretty laid back when it comes to affections. He won’t smother you or overwhelm you, but if you linger around, you’ll be able to notice the differences in how he treats you compared to others. For example, he won’t ever tell you to scram. If there’s a few people around him, he will eventually get annoyed, telling all of them to beat it. Except you, you stay. You’ll be able to pester him but he won’t snap. If you poke and prod at him, his tail will merely brush past you, but he doesn’t stop you. He has a lot of patience for you, usually someone who’s been bothering him for this long would have been torn to shreds long ago. Quality time seems to be his love language. He isn’t extremely touchy, he’s doesn’t know how to voice his emotions through words, and he’s not exactly a serviceable person. You can chat for hours upon hours, and he’ll merely lay there and listen, his ear twitching occasionally and his green-eyed gaze glancing over to you every few minutes. Sometimes even chuckling if you’re being clumsy or endearing.

     ☼ You might think he’s not listening but... he is. Proven by how over one hour into your chat, you mentioned one of your belongings breaking, and the next day he casually hands you a new one of higher quality. When in public, he’s always with you and is touching you somehow, usually with an arm around your shoulder. When he doesn’t like how someone is looking at you, he’ll pull you closer to his side and direct his glare at them until he scares them off. When you’re both alone back at the dorm, he demands to know how you’ll reward him for actually attending all his classes today. He’s not initiating anything without your permission. But once you allow it, you might up regretting it, because Kingscholar demands tribute. 

☀ Blood. How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

     ☼ Oh, very. And for the smallest reasons too. Of course, if he knows you don’t like witnessing violence, he’ll hold back whenever your eyes on him. But when you’re not around? It’s not good. Some guy bumped into you in the hallway and didn’t apologize? You need to hold back Leona from sucker punching him. Someone was insulting you? Grab the Savanaclaw dorm leader before he can tear him to shreds. It’s that bad. He becomes a lot more prone to violence when you’re involved, but at the same time you can easy quell his anger and convince him to not harm anyone. Offenders just have to pray that they’re on your good side in order to be spared from Leona. 

☀ Cruelty. How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? 

     ☼ Honestly, there’s hardly any difference. Kidnapping really isn’t needed either. After all, he is the second prince of the Afterglow Savana. Maybe he casually demanded offered you to stay with him at his family’s royal abode during the long summer break. Ever since then, your requests to leave have been snuffed out. 

    ☼ Out of everyone here from the servants, to the familiar nobles, to his little prince nephew, even his king brother and queen sister-in-law, he can’t stand any of them. You’re the only one he actually likes, the only one who’s company he’ll willingly seek out like a cat that pretends they’re not interested but it’s obvious they are with how they always linger around you. Really, he doesn’t treat you any differently than normal. 

    ☼ I hate to say it, but I do believe there would be a difference in treatment based on your gender. It’s been made clear that Leona learned from his culture back home that females were the strongest and should be respected. Compare that to the college he attends, that has an all male student body where he’s feared and has gotten into fights. I believe that if you’re a female, he’ll be much gentler and he’s much more likely to listen to your commands and input. However, if you’re male, he’s more likely to brush off your commands when you try to hold him back from doing something or treat you a little rougher when he pulls you towards him.

☀ Darling. Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? 

     ☼ The first thing that came to mind is hurting others. This was already mentioned though. It really depends though. If someone committed such a huge offense or crime against you, Leona is more than willing to hurt the aggressor, whether you want to or not and whether you are there to witness it or not. But this has to be a huge offense where he won’t even listen to you. Something like the aggressor planning to fatally injure you, or someone attempting to sever your relationship. When it reaches that point, even you won’t be able to stop him. It’s best you look away for your own good. Watching him use his sharpened nails to make bloody wounds and cruel sand magic to cause their limbs to turn to dust, is a sickening sight. 

☀ Exposed. How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? 

     ☼ Leona is actually very closed off. Yes, he may express a bit of affection here and there with you, but it’s difficult for him to actually open up and offer what else lies beneath his cold exterior. Perhaps deep down part of him is afraid that in your eyes, like how everyone else sees him, you’ll think he isn’t good enough. There’s a chance that you don’t like him, that you somehow like his elder brother far better, like how every other damned person does. But when you do prefer Leona over others and you praise his efforts, that really strokes his ego, and bit by bit he does begin to open up. 

    ☼ Once he does open up, you see his smile more, and his laugh becomes more common. And he seems less grumpy? Although he will still snap and grumble with others, but overall it’s just that he seems... happier? It’s hard to tell sometimes, but it’s way more obvious around you. Like those thoughts that constantly tormented him and sent him into depression since childhood are no longer as eminent as they used to be. Still, there is that bit of paranoia always lingering in the back of his mind. Should you one day say or do something that indicates he’s no longer number one in your books, those arrogant grins and fun teasing become less and less common. And he immediately becomes closed off once again. 

☀ Fight. How would they feel if their darling fought back? 

     ☼ Honestly? Amused. So, you finally got sick of staying here? Is turning your back on him really how you plan on paying him back, after he let you stay in his family’s home? Rest assured, he’s not letting you go. Even if you fight and scream, he really doesn’t give a damn. Although it probably won’t reach to that extent because of the circumstances. You may be upset and try to leave, but he’s already got a plan in mind to stop you, and he doesn’t have to even lift a finger. His elder brother, Farena, approaches you with a wide grin and thanks you for loving his little brother through flaws and all; the queen gives you a warm hug and reveals she’s delighted that you’ve helped Leona be better; and even the little prince Cheka beams and proudly calls you auntie/uncle! Not only does the royal family believe you’ll stay with Leona Kingscholar, but the entirety of the Afterglow Savana rejoices now that the demanding frightening second prince finally found a significant other that could change him for the better! Surely you don’t plan to walk out now, right?

☀ Game. Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? 

     ☼ No, at least not initially, but it can become a game of cat and mouse if you keep insisting on trying to leave or avoid him. Part of him is offended when you do make the effort to reject him or try to leave, but like mentioned before, the other half is amused by your courage. After his plan begins, he watches as your determination to go home becomes weaker as you become visibly conflicted on what to do when his family confronts you and reveals how happy they are that you two are together. Oh, and you know what else is entertaining for him? You obviously trying to avoid him but he easily tracks you down and corners you, smirking down at your frown. 

☀ Hell. What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? 

     ☼ Perhaps his aloofness that could quickly become clinginess silent attachment is enough to constantly throw you off. Or perhaps because he can be so arrogant and prideful, easily jealous, and quick to fights, not to mention how difficult it is to get him to reveal his feelings. There were so many little things about him that led to bad experiences. And like mentioned multiple times before, the worst of all his negative traits was how willingly he would become violent. 

     ☼ Although he won’t actually harm you, he will threaten you if he deems it necessary (they’re empty promises). And his threats are very vivid and convincing. You’ve heard him terrorize anyone he deems as threats, usually scaring them off with words alone. However, it’s a very different thing when those words are directed towards you. It’s much more frightening when he has you trapped and he’s glowering down at you with those green predator-like eyes in an unwavering gaze. His words are like venom, but they’re much harsher as they escape past his sharp teeth, as if he truly means each word he says about plotting to do you harm. The descriptions vary from describing how he’ll dig his claws into your abdomen so all you feel is a world of pain where your only thought is him, or even threatening to activate his unique magic and demonstrating by turning a piece of your hair to sand just to scare you. Of course in those moments, you can only believe that he’ll go through with his word, which is what makes it so horrifying. 

☀ Ideals. What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? 

     ☼ Honestly, Leona isn’t quite certain about his future. That dream of being king will never be fulfilled no matter how hard he works for it or what he does. So for now, he’ll stay at his family’s ancestral home doing whatever he pleases. Hm? Kids? What’s the point? He needs no heir and he isn’t too fond of taking care of little brats, based off his own experience when he’s forced to spend time with Cheka. But... well, he isn’t opposed to the idea either. Someone should go on to carry his name and illustrious bloodline. 

     ☼ Whatever happens, you better stick by his side. That’s all Leona is certain about, that he plans to have you with him. Whether he stay at his family’s home or aims for something larger than the crown, he expects you to remain loyal just as he’ll stay loyal to you. 

☀ Jealousy. Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? 

     ☼ Oh, he gets very jealous, but people know better than to upset the second prince. As if he wasn’t already a bit snappy before, this just worsens things. But people in the palace were already used to being cautious around him, so they just take extra steps to be even more careful. Yes, he can and will lash out, but as mentioned before, he’ll hold back only for you and should you actually make the effort to express that you don’t want him to do something rash. It’s easy to tell that he’s envious when he’s glowering at the other person and dragging you closer to his side, maybe even saying a few hurtful or vaguely threatening remarks to them. That’s his way of “coping” when it doesn’t turn to violence. And he remains moody until you comfort him somehow, whether it be by words or something as simple as patting his side and remaining in his arms. 

☀ Kisses. How do they act around or with their darling? 

     ☼ A lot softer, but only in private. Should anyone ever see the way he acts with you when alone, no one would ever believe them if they lived to tell the tale. Leona does have a habit of teasing you, laughing at your flustered state and simply smiling in content as you talk about anything and everything. If prompted, he’ll even talk more and tell about his various experiences and memories. Sometimes if he’s desiring some form of physical affection, he’ll rest his head over yours or his tail will flick over to you more often. Never directly asking you for affection, but it’s obvious that is what he wants. In public, he’s not so open to doing the same thing as in private. Yes, he’ll continue to keep close with an arm around you, but there’s much less laughing, less smiling, and overall less talking too. 

☀ Love letters. How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? 

     ☼ Honestly, casually before increasing his advances once he knows he has you hooked. It’s undeniable, Leona is attractive and he can be charismatic if he puts some effort into it. Not to mention he’s a prince, he has wealth to spend without a care in the world. He’s better at giving gifts than having heart-to-heart conversations. You notice that he’s more passive and attentive when it’s just you in his presence, you catch glimpses of his confident smirk with mirth glimmering in his green eyes, he’s actually not actually sleeping but rather lazing about as he listens to your voice. Once he knows you’re interested or have spent a considerably large amount of time together, he’ll be more touchy, but they’re casual touches and more time is spent together. It all happens so quickly and so smoothly, it’s jarring. When you one day jokingly ask if he likes you or something, he cracks one eye open and responds in the most nonchalant manner, “Yeah.” You’re stunned as Leona merely smirks once again and chuckles at your attempt to embarrass him that backfired. 

☀ Mask. Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? 

     ☼ As we all know Leona is violent. And as mentioned before, he is quick to violence when it involves you. Yes, his colors vary greatly. Everyone knows to be cautious and never disrespect the second prince, it’s as if they’re walking on glass. One wrong step means hurt. But you? He likes it when you’re snappy and talk back, he finds it amusing to bicker back and forth. He won’t mind if you try hitting him, in fact he thinks your puny attempts are funny. If you make a move on him or even try to flirt with him? Oh god. Do you know how many have attempted to win him over, only for him to lash out at them until they were crying? But you? You can pull him towards you by his waist and he’ll merely grin down at you, impatiently waiting to see if you’ll make the first move. If not, then he’ll take the initiative. 

☀ Naughty. How would they punish their darling? 

     ☼ It really depends. If you’re being straight up ungrateful or bratty so much so that it’s getting on his nerves, he can easily take away the gifts and other objects. At least until the behavior is changed. There’s no need to restrict your freedom, his family is covering that when they make sure you stay within the kingdom and sometimes confined to the palace for your safety. He never hurts you, although you may think he will by his threats. But he only threatens you in dire situations. 

☀ Oppression. How many rights would they take away from their darling? 

     ☼ Mentioned above. He’ll take away your things, and he won’t have to keep you contained since it’s already being done. That should be enough to give you time to reconsider whatever you had done to upset him. Of course, he’d rather not have to, but clearly if you’re so stubborn as to refuse him at practically every turn, then you leave him little to no choice. He hopes you learn this time, so this won’t have to happen again. 

☀ Patience. How patient are they with their darling? 

     ☼ Way more patient than he is with anyone else. He tolerates Cheka and his family, even if he gets annoyed at them and tends to try and avoid them. But with you, he’ll gladly accept your company. Most of your attempts at rejecting or fighting back against small gestures are entertaining in his eyes. Although there does come a point where his patience dwindles, when you continue with the antics again and again non-stop. Still, it takes a lot before that point. For a while, all your attempts against him do absolutely nothing. It’s shocking, because you had no idea that Leona could be so tolerant. But perhaps it should’ve been expected. After all, lions are experts at patiently bidding their time in hiding before they pounce on their poor unsuspecting victim. 

☀ Quit. If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? 

     ☼ If you ever express to Leona your desire to leave, he’ll pause before merely laughing at your words. When he turns to you, he has this confident grin as he replies, “Okay.” Because he knows you can’t leave. He doesn’t have to remind you why. Would you still go knowing you’ll disappoint not only his family and those in the palace, but also the rest of the kingdom? They had such high hopes in you. Maybe his family might be more willing to go, but if it were up to the nobles, they’d much rather force you to stay to keep the second prince happy. And he and you both know you cannot escape the kingdom on your own in secret, not when members of the special forces of the Afterglow Savana, composed of powerful and formidable female warriors, are tasked with guarding not only nobles and the royal family but also you. It’s why Leona answered the way he did, and he’ll wait for you to come back defeated and with no way out. 

☀ Regret. Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? 

     ☼ No. You will find no guilt here. Others may normally feel at least the tiniest bit of guilt later, but not Leona. His reasoning is, he has no reason to feel guilty. He never abducted you, you came on your own choice, and it is circumstance that prohibits your leave. There is no leaving, he will not make any effort to help you walk away from him.

☀ Stigma. What brought about this side of them?

     ☼ Like all other characters with this same question, I believe it depends on the au. 

☀ Tears. How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? 

     ☼ Uncertain. Leona is not the type of person you should go to for comfort. Actually, there’s a chance he may accidentally make you cry because of his sometimes harsh words, although they’re never extremely harsh to you. There are two types of reactions from him. If he was the cause of your distress, he’ll frown and feel guilt. He’ll remain with you, grumbling what sounded like an apology and comforting words as he holds your head under his chin. He’s gifting you a little more later as compensation. On the other hand, he’ll have a much different reaction should someone else have caused this distress. May the great seven have mercy on whoever caused you this much distress. It’s terrifying how Leona’s eyes darken and he immediately exits the room, vanishing for at least an hour or longer. When he gets back, he’s not letting you out of his arms as he’s seating you somewhere comfortable and listening to you as you calm down. If you pay close attention, you may notice that the palace staff is one servant short. 

☀ Unique. Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? 

     ☼ One thing that is different is that Leona has everything so well planned out. While the huge majority of yanderes would stress over the mere thought of their significant others leaving, he doesn’t have that same worry. It’s because he’s so confident in the situation he has them trapped in. It’s almost sad really, it’s like a little mouse being confined in a den and cornered by a lion. 

☀ Vice. What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

     ☼ This weakness is not directly seen in Leona, it’s actually in others. The royal family truly does love the arrogant and cold second prince, even if he is standoffish and doesn’t willingly spend much time with them. It’s why they were overjoyed when they realized he was actually happy with you, he had finally found someone for himself! However, they are kind, much kinder than Leona. If you could truly talk to them, without the intervention of Leona or the nobles attempting to get you to stay for the second prince, they may just allow you to go. Whether Leona likes it or not. And once you’re out, run. 

☀ Wit’s end. Would they ever hurt their darling? 

     ☼ On purpose? No. Especially if you’re a female, he’d be extra cautious. You’re much more likely to be hurt on accident, perhaps when he’s angry and nearly lashing out at others. When you get too close, that’s when it may happen. 

☀ Xoanon. How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

     ☼ You may not realize it, but Leona does respect you. Much more than he probably respects anyone else. Not only does he like you, but he admires and adores you. You’re probably the closest person to reaching his closed off heart, much closer than even his own brother Farena. And yes, he would much rather put effort into winning you over instead of you being stubborn and constantly rejecting his advances while you’re contained to the savana. Even if it takes a little longer than he would’ve wanted, he’ll spend that time charming you so that there will be no fuss later. 

☀ Yearn. How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? 

     ☼ Let’s give him a little longer than most times so far. Let’s say five months at most. Mostly because he knows these things take time. Hell, it’ll take time for him to fully open up, so he’s not going to expect the same from you right away. Oh, but the longer it goes on, the more he wants to just get it done and over with. Are you blind or are you just that oblivious to his attempts? 

☀ Zenith. Would they ever break their darling?

     ☼ This is another yandere that won’t ever break you on purpose, but there is a very slim chance that it may happen accidentally. It’s not very likely to happen, but a slim chance is still a chance. The second prince may not express it well, but he just wants you to be content only with him though. If he could have it entirely his way, he’d make sure you’d see no one else but him. Ah, but he doesn’t want to break you, so he won’t be doing that.

[messers-moony]

He’s Safe With Me | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Fem!Half-Blood!Reader

Summary: A little boy brightens Regulus’ days after his brother leaves him.

Inspiration: Click & Click

Growing up always left a bittersweet taste in people's mouths. While it was nice to gain freedom and more privileges that growing up included, the new responsibilities made it bitter. It was the leaving, the stress, and the idea of putting your childhood behind you that brought the sour taste to people's tongues. 

Regulus never thought that he’d have to grow up so fast. 

The summer months were always Regulus’ favorite. They were the months that, despite everything, Sirius would come home to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place and be a resident there for the two months of holiday. Maybe during Hogwarts, they would sneer at each other and argue with one another, but at home, it wasn’t like that. 

Sirius was sixteen, and Regulus was fifteen, but that didn’t stop Sirius from taking the hits meant for Regulus. It didn’t stop him from taking the blame, so Regulus was safe. Afterward, Regulus would hear Sirius whimpering in his bedroom and silent cries. Sometimes, he’d even fall asleep outside his door, or if he were brave enough, he’d go inside and lay beside him. 

They were boys, but from the moment they were born, they had to be adults. Their childhood was stripped from them, and responsibilities piled on top of another. From the minute they were born, they had to sit straight, use proper manners, try to court girls, be charming, study, and be mature, but they were boys. They were bound to be a ruckus. 

Regulus could remember running around Uncle Alphard with Sirius when he was three. Uncle Alphard had a vast plot of land with a big house on the corner. He had cherry blossom trees planted all around the manor, and it gave the boys an area to run. When Regulus caught up to him, eventually, he’d jump on his brother's back, and Sirius always caught him when he fell. 

So why couldn’t Sirius catch him now?

He heard the window open from Sirius’ room and already had a feeling he knew what was happening. Earlier that day, he heard the shuffling of clothes and items in the room beside his own. Regulus swallowed the growing lump in his throat and opened Sirius’ door to find exactly what he suspected. Sirius had a trunk packed and head out of the window. When the door opened, he hit his head on the bottom of the window. 

“God damn it.” Sirius muttered in pain as he retracted from halfway out the window. 

“Sirius…?” Regulus hated how small his voice sounded. 

Sirius turned to face his little brother fiddling with a Gryffindor tie, tears in his eyes, “Regulus….”

“Please, wait.” Regulus pleaded softly, and Sirius wanted to, but he couldn’t, “Reg, I- I can’t. I can’t stay here anymore.” Sirius stuttered as tears filled his vision. 

Why couldn’t Sirius stay? He felt like a little boy again begging and pleading for Sirius to hold him during the thunderstorms that used to take cover of the skies. Mother always dragged him out of the bedroom, and Regulus would be left wailing begging for Sirius. Regulus would sit on his bed crisscrossed, holding a blanket close to his heart, praying, “Please, Siri, please.”

He could remember when Sirius and Regulus were forced to become enemies. Remembering when Sirius came home from his first year, he was shut in his room with multiple locks. Regulus would weep beg for him to save him from their mother and father. When the first Cruciatus Curse hit, he screamed Sirius’ name. 

“Please, Siri, you- you can’t leave.”

“Regulus,” Sirius stepped forward to cup his brother's cheek who reached just beneath his chin, “I’m sorry.”

Regulus leaned into his brother's touch, knowing it would probably be the last time, “I wanna be home….” 

“You are home, Regulus.” Sirius replied, confused but still soft and Regulus looked up at him with tears streaming down his face, “Home is wherever I’m with you….”

Sirius had tears trickling down his pale cheeks as he placed his chin on top of Regulus’ head, embracing him tightly, “Please don’t go….”

“Please. I’m begging you.” Regulus was whimpering, keening, wailing, “Siri, please.”

“It’s safer with me gone.” Sirius confessed, “You’ll be safer here. They won’t use the crucio curse on you, not with you being the only one left.”

Regulus was fisting the back of his shirt, the Gryffindor tie still in his hand, “They know that if they hurt one of us, the other one hurts more. With me gone, that leverage disappears.”

“I don’t care.” Regulus cried, “I just want you.”

Sirius kissed the top of his head and parted from his brother's tight embrace, “I love you, Regulus.”

“But-“ Regulus swallowed, “You love James more.”

Sirius didn’t answer, and Regulus let his head fall, staring at the wooden floor, fiddling with the silk tie. He felt guilty. He felt like it was all his fault. Maybe if Regulus had taken more curses, perhaps if he had been a better brother. Maybe if Regulus were strong enough to disobey his parents as Sirius did, then Sirius wouldn’t be leaving right now. 

“Perhaps not in this lifetime, but perhaps in another, I’d be able to stay.” Sirius replied solemnly, leaving Regulus’ heart to shatter like a ripped piece of paper. 

Regulus sniffled, “I guess… this is goodbye.”

“I suppose it is,” Sirius said as he approached the window again. 

This time Regulus didn’t stop him. He knew he had nothing on James. Regulus would always be second to James no matter how hard he tried. Sirius threw the trunk onto the outside ground and sat on the edge of the window, looking beneath him. He turned around one more time before leaping onto the soft grass. 

Maybe the summer months weren’t Regulus’ favorite months anymore. 

The start of fifth year was dreadful. Regulus didn’t feel anything when he approached the Hogwarts Express. It felt like half of his heart had gone and disappeared. All the compartments were full, and Regulus would have to share with someone, which worsened the experience.

He saw the Marauders compartment. It was filled with the usual four boys, but inside was a girl. She was stunning with her soft appearing hair and sharp features. She was the epitome of beauty, and she made the entire compartment laugh with a quick wit she seemed to have made. 

Regulus passed it until he found a compartment with Lucius Malfoy and Evan Rosier. He slid the door open and took place beside Evan. Both boys welcomed him in with a smile. He couldn’t help but think back to the girl in the Marauders compartment. He had seen her before, but he couldn’t place it where. 

She hadn’t changed into her robes, so it was impossible to know what house she was in, but she still looked stunning in Muggle clothing. He noticed her style was comparative to Sirius’. The black ripped jeans, the doc martens on her feet, and a tee-shirt he couldn’t make out due to the jacket she wore over it. 

They entered Hogwarts and went into the Great Hall, where everyone sat at their respected tables. Regulus couldn’t help himself but try and search for her. He was shocked when she entered the Great Hall with green and silver robes. 

It didn’t make sense. Why did she get to be included? The Marauders hated Slytherins, yet she seemed to be so close with them. Regulus was a Slytherin, and he was related to one of the Marauders, yet he still wasn’t included. His heart swelled with a sense of jealousy and envy. 

Nonetheless, she took her seat beside Leia, a pureblood with long brown hair and blue eyes. They were talking until the sorting ceremony began. The sorting ceremony was long and drawled out, but the girl looked strangely intrigued. She watched intently as a little boy with shaggy brown hair and green eyes who was introduced as Romeo L/n sat onto the stool where McGonagall placed the hat onto his head.

It pondered for a while, a maximum of two minutes, but the hat finally exclaimed, “Slytherin!” The boy smiled brightly and approached the girl. He was bouncing over to her with a gleeful smile on his face. The little boy had dimples and straight teeth. He hugged her tightly, and she kissed his cheek. 

“Congratulations, Romeo.” 

“I’m just like you, sis!” Romeo grinned. 

She smiled, “You’re just like me, love.”

“Congratulations, Ro!” Leia exclaimed, “So happy for you.”

He hugged the other girl, “Thanks, Leia.”

“C’mere, Rom,” Y/n patted the seat beside her, “Sit.”

The little boy sat beside his sister and allowed her to put her arms around his neck, holding him close to her chest, “Love you, Romeo.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Regulus grimaced. So she had a little brother, and her name was Y/n. Regulus looked back at the stool where first years were sitting. He glanced slightly at Sirius from across the room, who was smiling brightly as James placed an arm around his shoulders. Regulus would always be second best. 

The first few weeks of fifth-year weren’t that bad. It went smoothly, and people didn’t talk to Regulus. He was cold and snappy. It turned people away, which he was thankful for. He didn’t want people to talk to him. He felt numb and unresponsive, like he was the shell of who he uses to be. 

He was in the library with a Transfiguration book in front of him. The pages were dull, and he couldn’t retain anything he was reading. He missed Sirius’ brilliance in Transfiguration. He missed Sirius tutoring him in hidden places of the library so their mother wouldn’t curse him for low marks. 

A hand had gently tugged at his robe, and he went to snap when he saw familiar green eyes, “Um, excuse me, you’re Regulus, right?”

“Yeah, Regulus Black.” Regulus replied, hoping the last name would deter him, but the boy only smiled, “I’m Romeo L/n. Professor Slughorn said that you could tutor me in Potions.”

Romeo sat across from Regulus and plopped down his supplies, “I’m absolutely rubbish at Potions, but my marks in Herbology and Charms are pretty okay. Mum says they need work, but I’m trying the best I can.”

Regulus tilted his head, “What are your marks in Herbology and Charms?”

“I have an Exceeds Expectations in both.” Romeo muttered, “Mum says that I can do better, though.”

“Exceeds Expectations is good. That’s remarkable for a first year. You’re starting out with no knowledge. For just starting, I’d say you’re doing great.” Regulus replied. 

He didn’t know why he felt the need to comfort this boy. Maybe because he saw himself in the boy in front of him, he could hear his own mother scolding him for his Acceptable in Transfiguration in his first year. 

“Will you tutor me, please?”

Regulus hesitated, “I guess I’m not great at Potions either.”

“Y/n says your fantastic!” Romeo replied, “She talks about you quite a bit.”

“She does?”

“Mhm!” He hummed, “Used to send me letters at home talking about you.”

Regulus’ face flushed, and he gave a tiny smile, “I didn’t even know who she was.”

“She does that on purpose. She knew you wouldn’t like her because of her relationship with Sirius. They’re close friends.” 

“Have you spoken to any of them?”

“Yeah.” Romeo's smile was bright, “Sirius was the one who told me to talk to you. He said that you were nice.” 

“Sirius did?”

“Yeah, and Y/n, of course.” 

Regulus smiled; maybe Sirius wasn’t completely gone, “I’ll tutor you.”

“You will?”

“Yeah. Why not.” 

Without a second thought, Romeo had jumped up and embraced the older boy. Regulus stiffened, and Romeo pulled away with wide green eyes, “I’m- I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.”

Regulus embraced the boy again, and Romeo leaned into his touch. He felt safe in the Black boy's arms, almost the same feeling he got when Y/n wrapped her arms around him. Regulus’ embrace was soft, comforting, and sweet. Romeo could smell the broom polish from being the Slytherin Seeker, cinnamon, and a hint of sandalwood. 

Romeo gave Regulus a smile before sitting back down, and they began studying together. Later that evening, Romeo had entered the Great Hall for dinner with him. The first year smiled at him before approaching his sister at the Gryffindor table, where he took his spot beside her. 

“Hey, Rom.” Y/n greeted, “Hey, sis.” 

“Did you talk to Regulus?” Y/n asked, “Is he gonna tutor you?”

Romeo nodded, “Yeah! He’s really nice!” 

Sirius gave a subtle smile, “That’s brilliant, Romeo.”

Romeo and Regulus became quick friends despite Regulus’ reluctance. Romeo thought of Regulus like an older brother, and Regulus protected him like one. He was a target for many older Gryffindors, and Regulus would always take the hits or duel them for him. 

These actions didn’t come without consequences. Regulus’ home life got worse, and letters often came about his friendship with the other Slytherin boy. They didn’t enjoy the fact that they were half-bloods and didn’t believe in pureblood supremacy. Regulus would sit in the Astronomy tower with the letter reading it with a dry face looking at the stars. 

The door to the tower opened, and Regulus didn’t move. Their footsteps were light and patted across the concrete until they saw him. She sat beside him with her legs crossed while Regulus dangled. She saw the parchment in his hand and took it from them. He allowed it. There was nothing terrible in it other than his mother threatening to throw him out if he didn’t stop talking to that half-blood. 

She read it while Regulus stared at the night sky. Y/n placed it back down on the concrete pavement without a word. She fiddled with her hands and put them back in her lap. Regulus was so silent and so peaceful. But she had to break the silence.

“I really appreciate you doing what you do for Romeo.” Y/n said quietly, “He thinks of you like an older brother.”

Regulus chuckled softly, “He’s energetic, that one.”

“Yeah. He’s got a lot of energy.” Y/n replied, “He hates sitting still. But he really appreciates that you can work with that.” 

“He gets irritating sometimes, but I try to keep him intrigued.”

“It works.”

“I’m glad.”

It was silent again, “I’m sure he’s told you plenty. He’s not very good at keeping secrets.”

Regulus smirked, and for a moment, he looked like Sirius, “You wrote letters about me?”

“I like you, Regulus.” Y/n confessed, “More than I should.”

He intertwined his hand with hers, “I like you too.”

Y/n smiled at squeezed his hand. Regulus leaned his head on her shoulder and began to tell her about the stars. He went into extreme depth of every constellation, planet, and star. Y/n noticed that he skipped Canis Major but didn’t say anything. She knew of Sirius’ departure the previous summer and how badly Regulus had been hurt thanks to Sirius’ description. It wasn’t good to rub salt in a still-open wound. 

When Regulus got the mark months later, they didn’t separate. She stood by his side and helped him through it. They didn’t tell anyone about it, not even Romeo. It wasn’t until the war was over that they decided to let everyone know. Y/n had allowed a sigh of relief when she found out that Peter was in Azkaban and her friends were still alive. 

Regulus was sleeping when she grabbed a bit of parchment to write to Sirius. Y/n dipped the quill in black ink and began writing smoothly. The ink embedded the paper like old friends, and when it dried, she handed it to her owl, Astoria. The following afternoon when Remus and Sirius were still entangled together from the previous night, the owl tapped on the window. 

Sirius groaned and stood up from the bed. He grabbed the parchment as the owl flew off. The writing was perfect calligraphy, and Sirius smiled at the note written on the parchment. His heart slowed its beat with relief. 

“He’s safe with me.”

[mercy-burning]

Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

———

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

———

Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

———

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